Perhaps the past cuts too deep, while fantasies about the future are like mirages, too unreal to be worth thinking about.
On her seventh trip to Su Town, Xia Huakai tries to persuade Yang Yifei to return to Paris, but fails and is left frustrated. At night, in a Paris bar called Night Allure, Murong Feixue, who is avoiding Anya, runs into someone by chance. They drink round after round at the bar and end up drunk in the street. There, they encounter Nakamura Tsuguo, the ringleader of the international crime syndicate Kiyokaze Corporation, who toys with them. But nothing happens, because they are simply too drunk.
When they wake, they find familiar names in each other's memories. They ask about them, and both laugh, though their laughter means entirely different things.
He loves her more; she hates him more.
She grits her teeth, hatred cutting to the bone. “Darling, I'm sorry. Your heart is made of iron, and mine is like a scorpion's. I swear I'll make you bow your head to me in front of your beloved, and watch your beloved suffer. It seems fate always finds a way to thwart our plans. You can only sigh and say you were unlucky, while she was far too lucky.”
