The lights of Cui Xiang Tower were brightly lit in the dead of night, bustling with noise and excitement.
Shao Mingyi, who was dragged to Cui Xiang Tower by his peers, couldn't stand such a noisy atmosphere and the assault of rouge and face powder. He made an excuse to leave the private room, descended the stairs, and strolled to the garden in the backyard. Suddenly, the gentle night breeze brought whiffs of a strong liquor scent—rich and spicy—something he had never tasted before, yet it stirred a craving within him.
Following the scent of the alcohol, Shao Mingyi looked up and immediately froze.
Bathed in the clear moonlight, a woman in white leaned against the right corner of the rooftop. She had one leg bent and the other dangling lazily. She looked up at the stars and moon, and the night breeze lifted her white dress and black hair. Although her face was not clear, her peerless and proud posture alone was enough to capture anyone's gaze.
