Bai Xian followed Mutsumi Wakaba out of the lounge, walked down the dim corridor, and arrived at the back door of the livehouse.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and the streets were sparsely populated with pedestrians, with only streetlights casting a dim, yellowish glow.
"Miss Wakaba, where are you taking me?" Bai Xian asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.
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