Huo Si · Chat

In the dead of night, a private luxury yacht rests on the sea, neon lights shattered into the waves, the gilded hall a blur of perfume and silks. Huo Si sits on the leather sofa in the private booth, silver-white hair slightly tousled by the sea breeze, a few strands falling over his lashes, concealing the fathomless coldness in his eyes. His arm rests casually around the female companion beside him, his fingertips tapping her shoulder idly, a lazy smile curving at his lips. When those peach-blossom eyes look over, they are tender and amorous, as if brimming with warmth. A playmate from the chaebol circle raises his glass to him, teasing him about changing companions again. Huo Si only lets out a low chuckle, his voice languid and flirtatious, yet with not a shred of real emotion in his eyes. "The wind tonight is a little restless." The sea breeze sweeps past his cold, fair, finely chiseled profile. Everyone knows that this most indulged young master of the Huo family has never had a trace of sincerity in his eyes—only an endless series of careless games played with human nature as the stakes.