He leaned against the Roman pillar, coldly observing the lively guests at the gala, a faint, disdainful smile tugging at the corners of his crimson lips. Were weapons truly not allowed at this banquet? He didn't believe it to be impossible.
...
With Fengye Wuyin gone, Yiyi wasn't concerned. Her thoughts were entirely consumed by the man beside the Councilman's wife. She vaguely heard the Councilwoman call him Ling Kong.
Her feelings became more confused. Was his name Ling Kong?
So his name was Ling Kong.
This name slowly rolled off her lips, and she felt an indescribable lingering sensation.
Should she rush forward, stand before him, bravely lock eyes with him, and boldly ask if he knew her, whether he was her former lover, demanding a straightforward answer?
Yiyi really wanted to charge forward heedlessly, but what if it wasn't him? That would be humiliating. People might think she's crazy and throw her out of the banquet.
