1:30 in the morning.
It's the liveliest time at the bar.
Raucous music, provocative lighting, sultry and sexy girls, young men crazily seeking physical desires...
The corridor is filled with the clinking of glasses, the air drenched in strong tobacco and alcohol scents, men and women flirtatiously entangled in corners, their teasing voices particularly flippant.
All these sounds seem completely blocked out by Lu Huai'an, his sharply defined features remaining indifferent as ever, one hand in his pocket, long legs crossing as he walks forward.
Even after drinking, the aura that surrounds him remains unattainably cold and noble.
Those women drawn by his handsome appearance only watch from afar, not daring to approach, pretending to chat with friends.
Unintentional flirtations, attempting to catch the man's attention.
Little did they know, their antics never entered the man's peripheral vision.
