"You're being reckless, coming here to drink without considering the kind of place this is." His voice was flat and cold, his expression as severe as an icy expanse, freezing everything within its reach. Yet, Han Bi foolishly offered a small smile, pulling on Ye Feimo and laughing and teasing him. Linda, understanding the situation, discreetly stepped aside.
"Feimo, look," Han Bi giggled softly, clinging to Ye Feimo's arm, her breath heavy with alcohol, her steps unsteady. "This is the bar where we used to go on dates. Nothing has changed, not even a little bit. Look, that statue is still there. Nothing has changed at all." Ye Feimo had no choice but to support her.
"Alright, stop this drunken behavior and let's go home," he said, trying to guide her away, but Han Bi resisted.
"Feimo," she asked, clutching his collar, "tell me, after I left, did you ever come to this bar?"
