Chapter 309: Is It Her?

Yin Moran emerged from the restroom, feeling slightly dizzy.

He washed his hands, rubbed his swollen temples, and gazed at himself in the mirror before letting out a deep breath.

The liquor he drank with Mr. Qiao today was a local specialty of Yun City—smooth and velvety on the palate, but dangerously intoxicating.

It seemed that his tolerance for alcohol had met its limit.

Yin Moran didn't dwell on the thought and dried his hands before heading toward the safety corridor instead of returning to the private room, intent on having a cigarette to clear his head.

The quiet hallway of the club was bathed in pale light, casting soft halos in the space.

At the corner, a slender figure holding a tray was walking ahead.

Graceful curves, a mesmerizing silhouette, and side-profile lines that were serene and delicate...

Yin Moran's gaze inadvertently swept past the sight before his steps suddenly came to a halt.

His dark pupils instantly widened, his breath catching.

That woman...