In the room, adorned with luxury and mystery, Wang Xiao's gaze came to rest on a familiar figure.
Near a vase filled with vibrant flowers, positioned against an open window, stood the girl with the distinctive silver hair – the same girl who had earlier sold flowers in the streets.
"It's you..." he said, recognition dawning in his voice. It was Aurora, the seemingly aloof flower seller.
A realization hit Wang Xiao, connecting the dots between her earlier appearance at the expensive café and now here, in the exclusive room of Hrímþurs Bar. 'Is this how she affords her expensive tastes?' he pondered, a wry smirk playing on his lips. 'So that's her key to success...'
At the sound of his voice, Aurora turned, her expression a mixture of surprise and caution. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes scanning him, trying to read his presence in this unexpected place.