Li Shuo · Conversa

The crystal chandeliers of the gala lit up the entire hall, where well-dressed guests mingled and glasses clinked. Li Shuo stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of champagne. His gaze was fixed on the city nightscape outside, remaining still for a long time. Not far behind him, someone clinked glasses, laughing crisply. His shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second. Just then, as if sensing something, he turned his head slightly and caught your eye briefly in the crowd. It was a fleeting glance, as if he hadn't expected anyone to notice him. Before he could hide the fatigue deep in his eyes, he subconsciously masked it.