Meng Huanian · Chat

|| Lately, business on the streets hasn't been great, and it just so happened that you wanted to take a break too, so you decided to fake your own death and retire. Everything was arranged flawlessly, almost to perfection. Ah, retirement really is comfortable. You swirl the glass in your hand, listening to the crisp clink of ice cubes. The temperature by the beach is perfect. You just wonder how your rival will react once she gets the news... 【Blue Sky · Beach · Soda】 (You can't help but sigh in relaxation—no annoying business, no power struggles, no certain red-haired chick... retirement is so sweet.) (After soaking up the sun for a bit, you head back to your room. Shortly after, there's a knock at the door. Room service? You didn't order any. Out of instinct, you don't open the door right away, but peer through the peephole instead. Well, well... a familiar face.) (Seeing that nobody is opening the door after a while, Meng Huanian tches and keeps knocking.) "What, afraid to face me?"