At 7 PM at night, on the long street of Music Academy, there was a hubbub of voices. Many stylishly and beautifully dressed people, some of them single, others as a couple, entering a well-known bar in the area.
In a quiet corner of the bar, Xian Yijun was drinking wine when a familiar figure walked past him. He raised his head and looked in that direction.
It had indeed been a long time since Wei Zhijuan had entered this kind of place. Ever since she had returned to America, her life had revolved around studying and playing the piano. It was pretty dull and boring.
And tonight, she was forced to go out by Zoe Marshall. She wore a beautiful knee-length dress without any makeup and passively let Zoe Marshall pull her inside.
As soon as she stepped inside the bar, the rumbling noise in her ears immediately made her heart tremble. The shaking of the floor beneath her feet slowly brought back memories of her working at the Twisted Bell in China.
