"President Yu, am I disturbing your rest?"
"Hello? Yuansheng, what’s up?" Shang Yu sat in his chair. This hotel room was high up, offering a panoramic view of the city. He glanced at the time; it was still a reasonable hour for Jiang Yuansheng.
He didn't know when it started, but the familiar people around him—the older brothers and sisters, the younger ones—had all drifted away. They were the same people, yet they had grown increasingly distant. The only one still close enough to call him "President Yu" instead of "President Shang," like the others, was Yuansheng.
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