In the lobby of the Pummelo Hotel, an exquisite crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, rotating slowly. The light from within filtered through the chandelier's intricate patterns, shifting into a new motif every four or five seconds, each projected design radiating a warm and serene atmosphere.
Comfortable sofas and coffee tables were arranged throughout the lobby. The tables held fresh roses and floral tea; upon drawing closer, one could catch the fragrance of the roses and the sweet, soothing scent of the tea. The roses were so fresh they must have been replaced daily.
Choosing a relatively secluded spot, Chen Ming sat in the middle of a sofa, the soft upholstery making him feel as though he were sinking right into it.
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