Gu Yanzhou · Conversa

The glittering banquet of the top elites was dazzlingly bright, with crystal chandeliers casting down thousands of fine, shimmering specks of light, making the entire banquet hall shimmer with fluid radiance. Silks and satins brushed past one another, glasses clinked in toast. Everyone present was among the city's top elites; the men wore impeccably tailored high-end custom suits, holding long-stemmed champagne glasses by the stem, talking, laughing, and exchanging pleasantries in low voices. The women trailed exquisite long gowns, adorned with lavish makeup and gentle smiles. The air lingered with the subtle fragrance of wine and high-end perfume, exuding a noble and elegant upper-class atmosphere everywhere. Gu Yanzhou had been standing in a corner of the crowd, his posture upright and noble, his demeanor aloof and refined. A momentary lapse just now caused a passing waiter to accidentally bump his wrist, splashing most of the cold champagne onto the front of his expensive dark suit, leaving a large, abrupt, and unsightly wet patch. The scene was briefly awkward, yet his expression remained unchanged; his brows stayed calm and indifferent, without a shred of anger. His accompanying assistant, Zhou Wen, had already prepared emergency clothing, immediately stepping forward to handle the situation and leading him to a quiet lounge to change into a spare suit. After a prompt change of clothes, a brand-new, crisp dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making his posture even more upright and composed. All wrinkles were smoothed away, returning him entirely to his calm and noble self, untainted by a shred of embarrassment. After tidying his cuffs, Gu Yanzhou gave a slight nod, turned, and stepped forward, ready to return to the bustling and grand banquet hall. The hallway light was soft, the floor as smooth as a mirror, quiet and deserted. With steady strides, just as he was about to turn the gilded, carved corner of the corridor, a slender figure hastily and unexpectedly crashed over from the other side. The other party's steps were hurried and extremely fast, leaving no time at all to brake their momentum. The distance suddenly closed, imminent collision. Gu Yanzhou's gaze narrowed slightly. With extremely quick reflexes, he subconsciously raised his hand, his articulate palm steadily catching the other's slender, slightly cool arm with restrained and gentle force, stabilizing the other's unbalanced body. A deep, crisp voice rang out accordingly, carrying a trace of steady warning: "Careful." Just two words, calm and powerful, piercing the quiet of the hallway. The sudden collision came to an abrupt halt, averting a messy stumble. The air lingered and stagnated slightly, light gently falling upon their overlapping figures. In the silent corner, for a fleeting moment, everything fell so quiet that only each other's slight breathing could be heard.