"What are you looking at over there?"
Zhang Ziyi stirred her coffee with a spoon, a light, airy smile on her face, though her eyes held a trace of wistfulness. She was no stranger to these kinds of gazes; in fact, she was all too familiar with them. But that was years ago. Back then, she would have been flitting through this vanity fair like a butterfly, deftly navigating the social dance with "friends" on all sides.
But now? From the moment she sat down, only a handful of people had come over to greet her. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to the way people dodged her gaze. The confusion and resentment she once felt had long since faded into habit and indifference, the spark of ambition deep within her eyes buried far beneath the surface. *Look at that,* she thought, *I haven't disappeared into thin air yet, have I?*
Chapter 62