Chapter 25 Part 3

Lu Xixiao was like a pebble dropped into her uneventful life, finally causing ripples in that stagnant water.

But that was all.

The pebble eventually sank to the bottom and disappeared.

Her life would also return to being a pool of stagnant water.

The bar was noisy and smoky. The clamorous music vibrated in time with one's chest, and on the dance floor, the crowd jumped and danced, packed tightly together.

Lu Xixiao sat in a corner drinking, a group of friends next to him shouting over each other as they chatted about everything under the sun.

The young man's long, slender fingers held a glass, the amber liquid swirling under the bizarre lights. His side profile, illuminated by the lights, had a pink and blue sheen, both intimate and sharp, like a sharp blade cutting through the enchanting atmosphere.

Without a doubt, in a place like this, Lu Xixiao was absolutely eye-catching.

Many girls noticed him, eager to make a move. Finally, one mustered the courage to approach.

Lu Xixiao was sitting in the innermost seat. The girl had to lean in close and ask, "Hey handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

Lu Xixiao glanced up, sweeping his eyes over her nonchalantly.

A friend beside him, who had also heard the recent rumors, shrewdly stood up. "Nope, my Brother Xiao just broke up. He's single now, a rare catch."

As he stood up, he gestured for the girl to sit inside.

The girl glanced at Lu Xixiao. He wasn't enthusiastic, but he didn't refuse either. After a two-second pause, the girl walked to the inner side of the booth and sat down next to Lu Xixiao.

His temperament was cold, and his entire aura was cold.

After a moment of awkward silence, the girl took the initiative to move closer and asked, "What kind of drink is that?"

Lu Xixiao exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly, "Just ordered whatever."

"Is it good?"

Lu Xixiao gave a knowing little laugh, leaned back on the sofa, and tilted his chin up slightly, looking roguish. "Why don't you try it then?"

The girl's face flushed. "Can I?"

Lu Xixiao didn't say anything.

So she picked up the glass and took a small sip. It was different from the fruit wines she usually drank. This drink had a particularly strong and sharp taste of alcohol. Taking a sip made her frown involuntarily, and it burned her throat.

When she recovered, she turned her head and saw Lu Xixiao looking down at his phone.

She subconsciously glanced at the phone screen.

The WeChat interface.

His fingertip slid upwards, looking nonchalant. It was hard to tell if he was looking for someone or just scrolling out of boredom.

He scrolled down for a long time, his fingertip pausing slightly. The girl saw a contact name—Zhou Wan.

It sounded like a girl's name.

"Is that your ex-girlfriend?" she asked.

Lu Xixiao raised an eyebrow. "A friend."

The girl laughed softly. "You have female friends?"

Lu Xixiao finished his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, then got up, took an empty glass from the other side of the coffee table, poured himself another drink, and only then replied, "Can't I?"

"You can, you can. It's just that you seem to have a cold personality, like the type who always has a girlfriend but is too lazy to make female friends."

That evaluation was quite accurate.

Lu Xixiao twitched the corner of his mouth.

The girl wracked her brain for a topic. "Did you argue with your friend?"

She noticed that the chat box for "Zhou Wan" was very far down, meaning they probably hadn't chatted in a long time.

"Yeah."

"Was it your fault?"

Lu Xixiao frowned. After half a minute, he said, "I guess so."

"Is she pretty?"

Zhou Wan's looks, huh.

Lu Xixiao had never really evaluated in his heart whether she was good-looking or not.

But recalling it at this moment, he remembered that day coming back from the amusement park, when she said happy birthday, then tilted her head up, looked him in the eyes, and asked very seriously, "Were you happy today?"

Under the dim yellow streetlights, the girl had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to have melted. Her two dimples were filled with honey, and her shoulder-length hair rested softly against her fair neck. She was well-behaved and delicate, fragile yet resilient.

As exquisite as a warm-toned oil painting.

Without a doubt, Zhou Wan was beautiful.

Lu Xixiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

Then he recalled her figure. Slender arms and legs, too thin.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly, "Average."

"Then what do you think of me?" the girl suddenly asked with a smile.

Lu Xixiao turned his head to look at her.

Exquisite makeup, winged eyeliner that made her look alluring, red lips, and a figure revealed by her tight dress.

She was the type who was beautiful at first glance, the same type as his previous girlfriends.

But at this moment, his mind was filled with the image of Zhou Wan.

Soft, resilient, serious, and a little reserved.

He tilted his head slightly, gave no evaluation, and rejected her bluntly. "Sorry."

The girl was stunned.

Lu Xixiao got up and walked out.

Jiang Fan called after him, "Where are you going?"

"Leaving."

"So early? Got something on?"

Lu Xixiao's fingertips tapped twice on his phone screen. He said nonchalantly and ambiguously, "Yeah, I have something. School tomorrow."