In V City, at two o'clock in the early morning, in an underground bar, ambiguous lights were flickering everywhere and the sounds of music were boiling over. DJ dance tunes and heavy metal rock music were incessant.
At the VIP seats on the second floor, there sat three men who emanated an aura of nobility akin to deities. Their innate aristocratic demeanor released a captivating allure.
At this moment, they were idly swinging their wine glasses, seeming to be bored with nothing interesting to do. Their cold faces showed a hint of laziness, and two of them even had a carefree smile at the corners of their mouths. Except for one man, his eyes were sharp and his demeanor cold and haughty, forming a potent aura around him.
Their dazzling radiance blinded the countless eyes of the people downstairs.
"Lu Shao, I'm leaving tomorrow, say something before parting." The man in the flowery shirt sneered, his eyes teasingly looking at the man opposite him.
The man slightly lids his eyes and raises his glass towards him, casually spilling four words from his thin lips, "Bon voyage."
"Just that?" Xi Junluo was surprised and his playful smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
Qian Luheng at the side elbowed him and his phoenix eyes flashed with teasing light, "What, do you want him to spend the night with you? A memorable One Night Stand?"
"Drop dead." A murderous look rose in Xi Junluo's eyes.
Not wanting to provoke him any further, Qian Luheng simply stopped talking.
Meanwhile, the aloof man kept staring ahead, sipping his red wine from time to time, as if the antics of the other two had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, his gaze froze. Deep within his sea-like eyes, it seemed like a thousand waves were stirring. He was riveted by a girl who was walking towards them.
The girl had long black hair, straight bangs, and wore a white dress. She looked pure and innocent, like she was underage.
She was stumbling as she walked, apparently drunk.
Lu Jingchen's hand, hanging by his side, clenched involuntarily. He seemed to be under a spell, unable to move his gaze away no matter what.
The silhouette of the girl in front of him gradually overlapped with the one from his memory, and his eyes began to cloud.
Ji Xiangnuan, clutching an empty wine bottle, made her way from the first floor to the second. Her vision blurred, perhaps due to the alcohol; her foot almost missed the stairs.
Once she arrived, she stood still, blankly surveying the room. When she saw a man in a white shirt approaching, she angrily seized his collar and yelled, "Fang Yiran, what did I do wrong to you? You sneakily went behind my back with He Jichuchu! I curse that you will never perform again! Speak! Why did you do this?"
The man whose collar was grabbed was quite angry; she had unjustly scolded him and sprayed saliva on him in the process. He forcefully shook off Ji Xiangnuan’s hand clenching his arm. He initially wanted to be furious, but her beauty swayed him.
"Gorgeous, did your boyfriend dump you? Do you need a man to comfort you?"
Before he could even finish, Ji Xiangnuan abruptly swung the bottle she held in her hand and smashed it onto his head.
"Dammit! You were the one who got dumped!" Having said that, she let out a rather unsightly hiccup.
Bright red blood slowly trickled down the man's forehead. His eyes widened in disbelief. After processing the situation, he began to raise his hand.
Sadly, his slap was halted in mid-air, and when he looked up, he was met with a pair of cold and deep eyes.