Xuan Ye was slightly stunned, for himself?

Then I heard the beautiful man say,

"There are some things that you need to learn to let go, not to be difficult for others, and not to be bitter for yourself."

Xuan Ye's face turned cold when he heard this, and he slowly narrowed his eyes, and a cold glint flashed under his dark eyes, and he began to re-judge the identity of this person and his intention to approach him.

So that the atmosphere around him was even more terrifying.

……

The beautiful man naturally noticed it, and also realized that what he just said was a little abrupt, but he was not frightened by the cold air released by Xuan Ye's body, but raised his arm more casually, and explained,

"You look lonely." The man's soft timbre was lighter, so what he said just now was just comforting, don't think too much, and took a sip of red wine with a wine glass.

Xuan Ye paused slightly.

Lonesome......

has always been sharp and sharp, but this word lingers in his mind for a whole circle.

Yes, he is lonely, and he has been lonely for a long, long time so far.

But this loneliness has never been revealed, and he is fiercely suppressed, like a prisoner in prison, letting all those embarrassing and obscure thoughts rot in his stomach, and even in the fiery hustle and bustle in front of him, he has not expressed a trace of it.

And how did he know?

……

The beautiful man gently lifted the corners of his lips again, smeared with wine, and floated a layer of water on his lips, smiling a little brightly, but it was cold, and he raised his hand and pointed around.

"The people who come here are lonely, including you and of course me."

Xuan Ye's eyes swept away, like an emperor looking down on all beings, looking around at the fire in front of him.

That's right, everyone on the dance floor is laughing wildly and laughing wildly, even their faces are distorted, and the rest of them are wearing masks, but the more this happens, the more inexplicable it feels sad.

Because those people are all venting fiercely, money, status, or love...... All of them are vented.

"Don't you think?" The pretty man smiled again and asked, just a simple question.

Xuan Ye's eyelids moved slightly, but this time he had nothing to say.

It seemed that he was thinking too much, and he didn't speak, just picked up the wine glass that had just been touched and took a sip.

……

The beautiful man understood what Xuan Ye meant, which was to show his approval of his words.

He was stunned for a moment, and seemed to feel a little surprised, after all, the aura of the man in front of him was too strong, and then he laughed.

The happy smile that was recognized rippled from the corners of his lips to his eyes, and even wearing a feather mask could be seen very clearly, pure.

The swaying beams of the ceiling flickered, as if countless stars were falling in pieces, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

Seeing that Xuan Ye glanced at it a little more, he suddenly felt that it was not bad to have someone drinking with him at this time, at least so far this person had not disgusted him.

The music in the stage stereo also became hotter and hotter, and the eardrums buzzed, as if the whole floor was about to shake open.

Eventually, the two men drank the entire bottle of Bowmore 1957, only touching the glass once in a while and not speaking, giving the impression that the guests at the table and the surroundings were divided into two worlds.

……

"Touching ---"

With another soft sound, Xuan Ye put the empty wine glass on the glass table.

He had planned to go back a long time ago, and if it weren't for the song he heard singing, he wouldn't have stayed so long, this place was not for him.