Are you blind

Indeed.

It was a sky of perfect night velvet above the S city.

A sea of brilliant stars adorned the pristine darkness, similar to radiant pearls threading around a lady's collar to catch the attention of her lover. The low-hanging moon had displayed its full majesty, seemingly giving its blessings toward all the couples under heaven. 

A splendid night that beckoned the birth of a love story; a romance between two unlikely personalities that should have been an impossibility. But such was destiny: unpredictable, mysterious, bitter, yet sweet…

Wide halls filled with glimmering chandeliers high above and polished floor down below. The place brought about a sense of undeniable eliteness, which was further strengthened by a full view of the city through the broad windows as its walls. Several tables and chairs were placed neatly around the hall, while waiters with amiable smiles stood by their position, ready to serve their patrons on prompt. 

Ladies dressed in gorgeous attire were a common sight to behold, as well as how gentlemen in suits would bring their lover or business partners to have dinner in this place.

This was the VVIP floor of one of the best 5-stars hotels in the city, the Star Night Hotel. Rumour has it that not just any rich people can access this floor, at least not for those without a certain level of prestige.

Currently, a lady was wobbling her way down a long hallway. She had long black hair, reaching down the exposed part of her back. The dress she wore was simple yet stylish, a skin-tight pastel blue which accentuated her curvy figure.

A pity that her face was that of an ill patient at the moment, which otherwise has the power to seduce any man with just her smile.

Having had one too many drinks, Sara felt that her head had turned into a pile of indescribable mush. It was a good thing that she still remembered how to walk, albeit not without her hand using the wall to support her. In short, she felt like a pile of shit. 

"Damn that old man," she cursed under her breath.

Just a few minutes ago, she had attended a dinner with one of her great investors, Mr. Ray of the Ray Group. This 60-years-old man had supported her extensively ever since her company was still a start-up, hence, he had been a major shareholder ever since. 

Perhaps it was due to their long history of partnership and mentoring, Mr. Ray had taken a liking to Sara. Hence, he had offered her to marry his son so that she could become his daughter-in-law. Even after she rejected the offer so many times already, he still raised the topic every once in a while.

All of these reasons made it impossible for her to reject his invitation; especially not when he presented another opportunity for her business. 

Not that she hated his personality, but the amount of alcohol he could drink always left Sara to wonder what kind of liver the old man has. Bottles after bottles of strong wines and champagne were emptied; at that point, Mr. Ray basically chugged them into her stomach instead of toasting. 

By the time he went home, Sara was left stoned on her seat. 

If only her secretary didn't ask for a leave today, she would have asked her to help her up by now. It was only through sheer will and pride that kept her bladder and stomach from surrendering before she reached the toilet.

Suddenly, someone walked by from the opposite direction, then bumped onto her shoulder—quite ruthlessly so as she almost fell from the impact. 

Bumping onto someone in this wide, empty hallway?

"Are you blind, can't you see where you're going?!" she snarled as she lifted up her head.

A man in his unbuttoned suit and loose red shirt stared back at her, looking annoyed. His eyes were that of an eagle and snake, sharp yet cruel, with a color as deep as his pitch black hair.

Anyone who knew the man would have pissed their pants by now, for his identity was something they wouldn't dare to trifle with. Unfortunately, Sara didn't know him. 

At this moment, the man's pissed off expression has turned into that of a playful devil. A fiendish smile formed on his lips as he suddenly lifted up Sara's chin with his fingers.

"Sure, I must blind for being unable to notice such a beautiful woman."