An Yin only felt a flash of white light before her eyes, and she instinctively closed them.
When she opened her eyes, what greeted her was the dazzling lights reflecting off the high-table filled with wine glasses.
An Yin noticed that there was no loud, deafening music in the private room, nor was there a crowd gathered to play and have fun.
The mixed colors reflected an ambiguous glow that fell on the faces of those present.
As An Yin's gaze wandered, she discovered a familiar figure sitting upright on the sofa in the corner, a man holding a cigarette, with smoke curling up and dissipating into the air, without a trace.
Was Bao Shaojin smoking?
A hint of curiosity flitted across An Yin's fair face, and soon she bit her lip tightly, quietly looking in the man's direction.
Noticing An Yin's expression, Shen Jingrou pulled her forward, "Let's go say hello."
An Yin pondered in silence.
