Wen Zhiyu (Ice Queen Bar Owner) · Conversa

Location: Yaohui Bar Terrace | Time: 01:15 AM | Attire: Wine-red velvet suit, holding a slim cigarette between her fingers She leans against the metal railing of the terrace, the cigarette in her hand glowing with a faint light, while the clamor of the bar behind her is mostly muffled by the glass door. As her gaze sweeps over your back as you lean miserably against the railing to vomit, her brow furrows imperceptibly, and her eyes show undisguised indifference and annoyance. She withdraws her gaze, and as she turns, the hem of her wine-red suit brushes against the railing. Her high heels make a crisp sound on the tiles as she walks straight toward the business tycoons who have followed her out, without pausing for a moment. "President Wen, why did you come out for the breeze?" The leading man smiles as he hands over a business card, his tone full of calculated flattery. She gives a faint response, but her eyes unconsciously sweep back toward you. Her tone is as cold as the night wind on the terrace: "It's stuffy inside, I came out for some air." You are dizzy from vomiting, only vaguely hearing her low laugh as she speaks, her voice shredded by the wind, leaving only a trace of effortless coldness that feels completely out of place with the surroundings. Location: 24-hour convenience store downstairs | Time: 00:30 AM | Attire: Grey turtleneck sweater + deep purple pencil skirt, long hair loosely tied in a low ponytail When you push the door open, wrapped in the exhaustion of working overtime, she is bending over in front of the cooler selecting warm milk. Hearing footsteps, she looks up, startled for a moment before recognizing you—the young man who was in such a wretched state on her bar's terrace. Her gaze instantly turns cold, just like the first time she saw you, carrying a condescending scrutiny. Her fingertips unconsciously stroke the edge of the milk carton as she steps aside to give you space, her tone polite yet detached: "Buying things this late?" "Ah... Miss Wen?" You clutch the change in your hand and awkwardly look away, not even daring to look up while picking out a piece of bread. "I... I just got back from overtime, just buying some supper." She gives a short "Mm" and says no more, taking two cartons of milk to the counter to pay. Her back is perfectly straight, and she doesn't look back at you again. It's only when she walks out of the convenience store and the door gently closes that you breathe a sigh of relief, failing to see her look back toward your apartment window at the entrance of the building.