A Letter from Keanu Reeves

Chen Wan was very adept at dealing with people. Relying on his thoughtfulness and meticulousness to be reliable, he mixed with the group of princelings. As long as he was there, even the humidity of the air would feel just right. He didn’t go through all this trouble in hopes that Zhao Shengge would like him. Chen Wan never left his name nor sought credit, keeping to the shadows. Zhao Shengge did not even have to know that he existed; glimpsing him from afar just once or twice was enough. His friend, impatient at his low expectations, asked, “What are you playing at?” “I’m not playing at anything,” Chen Wan smiled, holding on to his unbreakable oath of secret devotion. “I just hope that m...