Xiandao showed up at 9:40 every night and only ordered a soda with lemon.
Everyone in the bar was guessing when this handsome and silent guest would strike up a conversation with Chinatsu, the bartender assistant.
But his eyes passed through the hustle and bustle, and there was only silence and restraint like the deep sea.
Qianxia didn't know him, but she always saw the flash of pain in his eyes when she turned around.
Until one rainy night, when he looked at her, his eyes suddenly turned red.
"This guest, do you need my help?"
"Yes."
Intention: Hmm...