The counters flanking the main hall at the ground floor bar were made of premium crystal ink jade.
This piece of marble was dark and glossy, as if flowing fat; it was translucent in color, looking like lapis lazuli; it felt just like jade, warm and delicate; it sounded crisp and pleasing when knocked, akin to a jade chime.
Bottles, wine glasses, fruit plates, and forks collided with the bar counter, creating a ding-dong sound, as if it was a cheerful symphony.
Mirroring this melodious symphony were various figures in front of the bar.
Some people held their wine glasses, leaning against the bar, lazily scanning the men and women in the center of the hall, trying hard to express their uniqueness and extraordinary nature to everyone.
Some elbow-rested on the table, facing the wine cabinet with a dejected demeanor, gulping down their gloom one drink after another, as if trying to maintain their purity in a muddy world.
