The early May temperature in the Magic City was just right, neither bringing the heat of summer nor the slight chill of early spring.
As the setting sun filtered through the gaps between the skyscrapers, casting the last rays of light onto the ground, the street lights along the roads lit up, signaling the official start of the vibrant nightlife.
At the Bafang International Hotel, Zhan Bingxue had changed into a black evening gown, her charming smile blooming. Her beautiful long hair, once loosely hanging over her shoulders, was now neatly pinned up, exposing her slender and pale neck, which only added to her noble and elegant aura.
As she cut the French foie gras in front of her into even pieces and tasted it with her cherry-like small mouth, Zhan Bingxue couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain.
