The romantic and ethereal atmosphere at the scene overwhelmed Huo Anya. She sat heartbreakingly on the sofa nearby, holding a wine glass in her hand, her heart a barren wasteland.
Beside her sat Huo Qinglin, who had transformed from his usual playboy demeanor, sitting silently.
Women occasionally approached him to strike up a conversation, but his icy and aloof expression scared them away.
Women who had once been involved in scandals with him also came for him today, dressed in alluring gowns, hoping to catch his eye. But to their surprise, when they thought they might have a chance, Huo Qinglin seemed like an entirely different person.
There was no trace of unnecessary emotion on his face. He sat like a statue, not drinking, not looking at any woman—just sitting there, lost in thought.
The music continued to flow romantically, and Chu Tingting suddenly felt moved. Moments ago, she had been dancing formally with Huo Yanting.
