Shen Jianian, carrying her cello and holding a pink rose, took the elevator to the room she was staying in on the eighth floor.
The room was booked by the orchestra, a standard room, which she shared with another girl.
When Shen Jianian went in, the girl who played the violin had changed her clothes, wearing a black mohair sweater with one shoulder exposed, paired with a sparkling sequin skirt, and was spraying perfume on her wrists, rubbing them together and then behind her ears.
"We've decided to go sit at the bar downstairs, do you want to come?"
Coming to Beicheng wasn't easy, and by noon tomorrow they'd have to head back to Jiang City. The celebration banquet was not enough to satisfy everyone, so they planned to party all night. Naturally, this plan was kept secret from Yan Hong.
Shen Jianian was a bit tired, and she wasn't much of a drinker, so she declined, "You all go, I'll soak in the bath."
