The night deepens.
The sky is filled with starlight, neon lights flicker, embellishing the bustling city nightlife.
A black SUV smoothly drives into a high-end residential complex named "Cuihu Yipin."
It's composed of dozens of brightly lit high-rise apartments, with trees lining the spaces in between, resembling a meticulously crafted garden.
Fang Cheng holds the steering wheel with both hands, slowing down the car.
In the passenger seat, a charming blush blooms on Lin Chuqiao's fair cheeks, as if tinted with rouge.
It's the slightly tipsy look after having some fruit wine.
Her already enchanting and affectionate eyes are now even more shimmering, seemingly filled with a pool of spring water.
She seems still immersed in the glamorous yet sorrowful musical just now, softly lamenting:
"The phantom hidden beneath the theater is like a lonely and powerful monster; his love is fervent, obsessive, and unaccepted by the world…"
