Ling Yin was quite tipsy, tugging at his tie. He held a glass of wine, sank into the sofa, and watched the men and women in the nightclub—those dancing wildly, embracing, kissing, and flirting softly. He felt completely out of place among them.
It was then that he noticed a man in the middle of the dance floor, dazzling and seductive.
He was dancing alone, with a cold and aloof Crimson Shadow beside him, preventing others from getting too close.
The man danced erotically, a complete contrast to the person who argued with him by the seaside before. At this moment, he was passionate and flamboyant, his dancing superb, surrounded by a crowd cheering him on.
Ling Yin thought he was dreaming. How coincidental was it that he was also at this bar? It really seemed that he drank too much. Ling Yin swayed the wine glass in his hand, tilted his head back, downed it in one go, and poured himself another drink.
