Opulently dressed guests were taking their seats one after another. They seemed well-acquainted with one another, and an endless stream of polite greetings filled the air, occasionally interspersed with the light, refined laughter of ladies.
Only Lu Mingfei sat in solitude, as if entirely cut off from the world, squeezed into a forgotten corner of the universe.
The opera house was not large, but its hundreds of seats were nearly all filled, resembling a honeycomb magnified a thousand times, with every cell packed with its corresponding drone. They were rubbing their hands in eager anticipation, emitting a low, continuous buzz.
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