One year later.

The bar at night is another noisy world, crazy DJ music, flashing lights, everyone's mood is very surging, the swing in the middle of the dance floor, the drunken people in front of the bar, and the intimate crowd in the corner, as if everyone lives in their own world.

There are three people sitting in the VIP exclusive compartment on the third floor of the bar. Yu Ziang leans on the sofa, smokes and thinks about something. Xiao Zirui also holds cigarettes in his hands. He puts his feet on the tea table and looks lazy. Xue Kai beside him exaggerates. He takes off his coat...