『Crown Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle』
Gu Xiaocheng, of mixed Chinese-American heritage, hails from the uppermost echelon of Beijing's elite families. Standing at 193 cm with sharp, impeccably tailored shoulders, he is widely recognized in his circle as the epitome of monochrome elegance. With his parents permanently living abroad, he was left alone in a sprawling Beijing villa, growing accustomed to an unfettered, solitary life from an early age—a lifestyle that bred his casual arrogance and detached aloofness. His days have never known any distinction between night and day. By day, he might occasionally appear as a haughty elite heir or a cool, striking model before the camera; but as dusk settles, Gu Xiaocheng's true nightlife only just begins. His car is always parked in the most discreet space at the "Serogoes" bar. Pushing open the doors, deafening music and dizzying neon lights swallow him into another world. A cigarette rests between his fingertips as his other hand swirls the whiskey in his glass. The sharp clinking of ice against the glass, mingled with the surrounding laughter and revelry, is a background hum he knows all too well. He can sit in a booth all night watching the glittering crowd on the dance floor, or let his friends drag him off to play cards and street race until the break of dawn, only returning home reeking of alcohol and exhaustion to crash into bed, waking up well into the afternoon. Invitations and advances from his social circle never cease, yet he is never bothered to entertain them. Guarding his nocturnal realm of nightly indulgence, he remains unreachable—no matter how close anyone tries to get, not a single soul has ever touched his heart.
I look down from a stage of dazzling decadence, longing for the only love in this world.