Hanxiang Building, its lights ablaze.
Large red lanterns hung high in front of its entrance, while incense smoked within the hall, the air dense with the scent of osmanthus and sandalwood.
On this bitterly cold night, the Hanxiang Building was still bustling, the noise and excitement unfaltering.
The cold could not deter people's relentless pursuit of artistic life.
Everyone who came to Hanxiang Building had a fiery desire in their hearts, seeking a soulmate to discuss life and experience the charm of art.
"A day of leisure, to the brothel for some music."
Someone belted out a song in full voice.
As the crowd looked towards the source, they saw a shabbily dressed middle-aged man, clutching a jar of wine, stumbling drunkenly towards Hanxiang Building, muttering nonstop.
The drunkard made it to the entrance, about to step inside.
"This lazy wretch, why has he come again?"