CREAK!
CREAK... CREAK...
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed on the wooden staircase.
Although Situ Xin didn't turn around, she already knew the person she was waiting for had arrived.
Turning her head, she saw a beautiful figure approaching. Long, cascading hair was draped casually over her shoulders. Her delicate face, with its light makeup, held a hint of languor, and her beautiful eyes were slightly swollen, as if she had just been crying.
"Hello, I'm the owner here. My name is He Muzi."
He Muzi walked up to Situ Xin and politely extended a delicate, slender hand.
"Hello. I'm just a tourist. My name is Situ Xin. I heard from the young waiter that among the drinks you mix, there's a particularly unique one called Drunken Life, Dreamy Death."
Situ Xin also stood up and politely extended her own hand.
"There is indeed such a drink." Their hands touched for a moment before parting. He Muzi then turned and walked behind the bar.
