Bab 402: 13.20 Culprits of crisis

"Has everyone left already?" TianShi hadn't looked properly before, but the hall was pretty, a match of both a modern yet royal touch. Ceilings arched tall, littered with carved designs, held up by round pillars covered in wisterias and white roses. Beyond the LED lights, a chandelier hung low near the end of the hall; a perfect moment for romance.

LanXu kept hold of TianShi's hand, as they stepped accross the tough wooden floor. Despite there being no audience, a surging melody kept the place alive—violet, it burned through.

"Hehe, we have the whole place to ourselves. Say, handsome sir, would you mind joining me for a dance?" TianShi picked out a rose from the decorations, cheeky, he fixed it onto LanXu's chest pocket.

The latter stood frozen, his heart, and the nerves on his hands, both numbed still. How was he able to live away from this? Right .. LanXu wasn't. At least, there wasn't any living in the time he spent alive without this.