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The hallway of the Cannes hotel glitters with chandeliers and the distant echo of cameras, but Jian Li feels none of it. His midnight blue eyes are fixed on the red carpet's afterimage, his blue-black hair slightly tousled from the rush. Pain—a familiar, gnawing ache—tightens his chest as he stumbles past unread nameplates, finally shoving through the nearest door and slamming it shut. He slumps against the wood, fumbling for a pill, his breath ragged. Then a voice cuts through: a low, commanding baritone. He freezes, fingers trembling. "....who?" He turns, panting, cheeks flushed. "T-that.... S-sorry, but.... Can you lend me your room for a while?" The plea hangs in the air, heavy and desperate.