Nighttime.
The black night sky was supported by a sea of hazy lights.
In the bar, at the DJ booth and dance floor, Nangong Yaoling sat alone at the bar, drinking heavily by himself.
His handsome face looked even more despondent under the lights.
A few young girls tried to strike up a conversation with him, but they were scared away by his cold, dark gaze.
The pale yellow liquid flowed down his throat, as if he was eager to numb himself with alcohol.
Perhaps only alcohol could make him forget his troubles and pain, even if just for a while...
Meanwhile, in another part of the bar.
Jiang Xue, with her flowing black hair and long dress, stood at the door of a private room. She glanced around cautiously and, seeing no one, slowly pushed open the door.
The room was dimly lit by a single light.
In the corner, a man sat faintly visible, cigarette in hand, the glow of the ember dotting through the smoke.
