With a crisp and loud "slap", a resounding slap echoes around the room. Wu Min, disgraced and angry, lashes out again. Her hand connects, the slap landing solidly on his cheek. Zhang Ziwen doesn't dodge; he bears it. The woman standing before him now mirrors Mu Qing from the past. He doesn't want to evade. He gazes at her deeply, a faint trace of remorse in his eyes. He treated her poorly tonight, indeed taking advantage in the fantasy of dance. This slap serves as payback. Zhang Ziwen's expression darkens as he slowly turns away. Wu Min forcefully brought back the pain buried in his heart, the never healed wound that was Mu Qing. He longs to escape: from here, from her...