The night was desolate as splattered ink, a curtain-like rain pouring down, drenching the scenery outside the window and disheveling the fine dust on the floor-to-ceiling window!
Bei Lingfeng sat alone on the purple sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently blowing smoke rings!
On the round coffee table beside him, there lay an empty wineglass with its red wine long gone!
The rain was so loud that even the expansive glass seemed unable to block the sound, the chaotic noise like a torrent of pearls spilling onto a jade plate, without any sense of rhythm!
Yet, this oppressive and crisp sound was so perfectly suited to underscore the loneliness of this room!
In fact, Ye Feifei was wrong, a man silently blowing smoke rings is not at all charming, if this is not a boastful asset, then it is the decadent beauty forged by silent sorrow!
They—stood in two opposing worlds!
