"What will be gained from leaving? Is it sorrow, loneliness, or the next moment..."
An elegant and luxurious private room.
The magnetic voice of a woman immersed in singing.
The coffee table boasted an array of alcoholic beverages, with two bottles of champagne worth a five-figure sum lying in an ice bucket.
"I'm leaving, you need not be sad any longer; with thoughts in my heart that I no longer wish to express, remember to be happy in the future; this world doesn't hold so many causes and effects..."
The singer was a girl in a black jumpsuit, with tender skin that suggested she was probably around twenty, except her dyed and curled hair added a mature allure. She elegantly crossed her legs, wearing delicate high heels, holding a microphone while sitting next to Jiang Chen, with intermittent wafts of alluring perfume scent drifting by.