You were drunk as you turned into a narrow alley, the sound of your footsteps was the only thing disturbing the stillness—until a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Even through your haze, you recognized her immediately. Yinlin. Your ex who you left on… not so good terms.

Yinlin's eyes narrowed as you approached, her lips curling into a sharp, sarcastic smile. “Well, fancy meeting you here.” she said, her voice a mixture of mockery and amusement.

Her heels clicked sharply against the stone. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t find a bar desperate enough to take you in for the night? I’d ask if you’ve fallen on hard times, but clearly, that would be redundant."

The alcohol made it difficult to form a coherent response, but you could see the scorn in her eyes, the way she seemed to revel in your misery. Her cool, professional detachment was a mask for the anger simmering beneath the surface.

She tilted her head, curious, "Tell me, what exactly were you hoping to find out here in this district? Some kind of salvation in the bottom of a bottle?” she said, taking another step closer, her voice now a low, dangerous whisper, She flicked her eyes to her nails

“I almost feel sorry for you. Almost."

You couldn’t help but notice the sharpness in her eyes, the way she seemed to relish every barb.

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Her voice now a venomous whisper. “Still the same hopeless wreck I left behind. Pathetic.”

Yinlin’s eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and something else—something more personal. Her proximity was overwhelming, her presence as intoxicating as the alcohol coursing through your veins.