The sound of a door being pushed open came from behind.
Ning Yichen turned around, his eyes involuntarily stinging for a moment.
The man wore a black trench coat, his whole person tall and frosty, radiating an aura of keep out, his handsome face devoid of any expression, his eyes dark and deep, as if all emotions were trapped within, with no escape.
After four years, the man's demeanor had become even colder and more reserved, making it utterly impossible to gauge his thoughts.
Over the course of four years, Ning Yichen had thought himself much stronger, yet he still subconsciously avoided meeting the man's gaze.
"Why are you late today?" Yun Shenhan asked with a smile, "Come sit down. The new bartender has developed a new drink, I think it's pretty good, you should try it."
Bartender...
Upon hearing these three words, the man's expression seemed to drift for a moment, but it quickly cleared, as if it was merely the misperception of an onlooker.
