One day, at the Undying Club.
Everything was as usual, music filled every corner of the bar, Serey was wearing the floral dress with a slit up to her navel, mixing drinks while swaying her body, Bode hummed a song as he wiped the tables and chairs, Wei'Er found a cozy spot and curled up; she usually could sleep for an entire day.
By the way, at that time, Sai Zong hadn't left yet. He bounced around by Bode's side endlessly, hoping Bode would play a fetching game with him.
Bologue downed his glass of orange juice in one go and asked the tipsy Palmer beside him.
"Speaking of it, Palmer, you always mention your fiancée, but you've never talked about her."
Palmer asked, "What do you mean?"
"What kind of person is she?"
Bologue was very curious about what kind of person could actually be liked by Palmer, this oddball, and what kind of person could accept Palmer's affection.
