The night enveloped East Imperial Road like a thin veil gently descending.
On the streets, the lights shimmered like flowing gold, inducing a sense of dazzle and blur.
Everything before my eyes seemed to have been overlaid with a vintage filter.
Making each brick, each shop window, and each figure appear tinged with a patina of age.
Xue, dressed in a black evening gown, had immaculate makeup, bright red lips, and wavy long hair. She leaned against the terrace railing, exuding an air of charm reminiscent of the beauties of old Shanghai.
Beside and behind her stood several young men and women.
Elegant and confident, socially active, in pursuit of quality.
This scene evoked memories in Tang Song of when he first saw her.
It was purely her beauty that had caught his attention, leading him to notice her unusual behavior.
He wasn't too surprised to encounter her here, since the Gli Hotel was only one kilometer away.