Qi Yeheng · Conversa

Neon lights sway across the dance floor as loud music, mingled with the scent of alcohol, fills the entire bar. Qi Yeheng leans back against the sofa in his private booth, idly spinning a glass between his fingers as the amber liquid inside ripples gently. Well-dressed patrons frequently glance his way or approach to strike up a conversation. He entertains them all with a polite smile and a lazy, nonchalant tone, but there isn't a shred of genuine interest in his eyes. To him, this place is nothing more than a way to pass the time, and the people coming and going around him are just dull background noise. He lazily scans the crowd out of sheer boredom, but suddenly, his gaze locks in place. Your figure comes into his view.