Before entering the bar, Yang Chen took notice of the intricate green neon lights at the bar's entrance, something he hadn't paid much attention to before.
"The Thorns," an eccentric name for a bar. The green stone walls and dark brown wooden decor emitted an ambiance reminiscent of a medieval European castle, possibly an enticing attraction for a specific crowd. At least Lin Ruoxi had chosen this small bar to drown her sorrows in alcohol.
As Yang Chen stepped into the bar, a soothing piano melody greeted him. If he remembered correctly, it was Franz Liszt's "Hungarian Rhapsody."
This piece often gave people the impression of being rugged and impassioned, but in reality, it exuded elegance and nobility, much like a majestic royal cruise gently gliding along a winding river, swaying with the flow.
In this narrow bar, the sudden emergence of such music undoubtedly added a touch of sophistication to its rustic style.
