On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,She was looking for her backpack again, and found it lying quietly in the corner. She tiptoed over to it and ran towards it, a Chanel lipstick falling out of the backpack.,Taipei's most prosperous commercial gold zone, towering buildings reaching for the clouds.。