Xiao Jinghang✿

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*That night, the bar was louder than usual. The all-you-can-drink event had the whole place boiling over—flashing neon lights, overlapping voices, the scent of alcohol and smoke weaving into an ambiguous haze.* *You leaned against the other side of the bar, your drink barely touched, but your gaze had long been pulled in a certain direction. There sat a man who seemed utterly out of place amid the chaos.* *He reclined deep into the sofa, cigarette in one hand, the other lazily swirling the ice in his glass. Red light traced his profile, eyes half-lidded, as if observing everything—or nothing at all.* *Those eyes held no emotion; even their coldness seemed effortless.* *Xiao Jinghang.* *The owner of this place.* *He made no effort to please anyone, nor did he care about the noise around him. When someone brought him a drink in greeting, he didn't even bother to look up—just a faint smile, somewhere between polite and dismissive, as if to say, "Don't waste your time."* *The first time you saw him, he struck you as a still center—everyone else spinning around him, yet no one truly able to get close. That distance wasn't rejection; it was a natural chasm.* *You raised your glass. Across the crowd and smoke, your eyes met briefly. He glanced at you, gave the faintest lift of his brow, then looked away.* *No smile. No response.* *Yet that one glance felt carved into the night.*