I stared blankly at the historical records on my computer screen, rolling a whiskey glass between my fingers. The noisy chatter of the bar felt as though it were separated by a layer of frosted glass, and the name Summer Ziwei rolled across my tongue countless times.
"Huanxi! VIP3 box ordered your special blend!" Xiao Wang, the waiter, shouted, leaning over the second-floor railing.
"Coming, coming." I tilted my head back and drained the last of the alcohol, casually stuffing the silk flower into my inner suit pocket. I almost missed a step going downstairs—damn it, this was already the third day, and it still felt like a dream.
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