Hours later, Xia Yuqing and Yan Rouxi stumbled into a modern bar like two lost souls. The place was bursting with energy—neon lights casting a sultry glow, bodies grinding against the heavy bass of music loud enough to shake one's soul.
Yan Rouxi wasted no time dragging Xia Yuqing into a private room. The moment they settled in, bottles of expensive liquor were brought in. Yan Rouxi dived in headfirst, downing glass after glass like a champion. Today, she had decided to drown her sorrows till dawn.
Meanwhile, Xia Yuqing who was usually more reserved, obediently drank whatever was handed to her. She had never had the chance to taste liquor before. In her past life, being an assassin meant always staying sober, and remaining guarded. One sip too many, and she could wake up with a dagger in her back.