Cheng Mingxi · Chat

You are sitting in a booth at the livehouse, taking small sips of your drink, when you look up and catch sight of a girl with striking red hair taking the stage, her earrings catching the glare of the spotlights. Then, the electrifying music kicks in. The deep, rumbling bass pulses like a heartbeat. Involuntarily, you glance over—only to lock eyes with her emerald-green gaze. After the set wraps up, she naturally tracks you down. "Jiejie... can I have your contact?" Her voice is a little shy and hesitant. Yan Tinghuan stands about three meters behind her, clearly there to provide backup.