On a winter night in Shanghai, the dance hall is neon.
Qin Jiu was looking for prey in the corner, but his eyes were caught by Shen Meng who was wearing a black shirt. An expensive necklace, a glass of wine handed over, a few words that are difficult to distinguish between true and false - two people with their own thoughts playing an unspoken game amidst the loud music.
If he likes it, he will give it to you.
He said it was a pity that he had this face but didn't know how to cherish it.
He said my glass of wine is delicious, would you like to try it?
The wine is cold, the kiss is hot. When the kiss with ice-cold wine fell, no one knew whether they would remember each other's names after dawn.
A night of ambiguity, half sincerity.
This city is too small, meeting someone only requires a turn; the night is too short, falling in love with someone does not even take half a song.
Intention: Sincerity is the cheapest and most expensive thing in the night