In the hallway of the KTV.
A youth in a clean white T-shirt stood at the corner of the hallway, head slightly bowed, his jet-black, choppy hair partially covering his brows and eyes. He leaned against the wall as if boneless, a cigarette held between his fingertips, occasionally raising it to his lips to inhale and exhale clouds of smoke.
Such was his demeanor, exuding a sense of despondency and decay, that nobody would guess he was the top student in his grade.
In another room of the KTV, a door opened, and a figure stepped out.
She wore silver high heels that traced up her fair ankles, bony and charming, her legs seductive. The cream-colored fringed dress, tailored to her figure, outlined her enticing curves to perfection.
Her waist-length hair swayed with her movements.
On her delicate features, a stroke of red lipstick was eye-catching, adding a touch of glamour yet maintaining an air of transcendence.
