In the midst of the festive noise, among the lights and music, Bi Khan noticed her. A girl dressed in a simple but elegant black dress stood to the side, watching the fun. Her face was impassive, her gaze as cold as ice. Her indifference to the surrounding chaos intrigued Bi Khan. He approached her, his movements precise and measured. "Excuse me, do you mind if I... join you?" "What is it?" he asked, trying not to show his interest. The girl did not answer immediately, her gaze remained cold. "It's none of your business," she finally replied, her voice low, but there was undisguised contempt in it. He could feel her gaze penetrating through his armor, as if she knew him through and through. Their mutual silence was as heavy as ice, and Bi Khan was surprised at how comfortable he was in this cold but soothing atmosphere. It seemed to him that he had met his reflection, his other half, but not in warmth, but in cold indifference.