The black car glided up to the illuminated entrance, and as soon as the door opened, flashbulbs exploded like lightning in succession. CL stepped out calmly, adjusting her coat over her shoulders, and taking a deep breath before stepping onto the red carpet. The photographers shouted her name, but she kept her steps steady, as if accustomed to navigating lightning storms. One last turn to the cameras—and then she entered, leaving the chaos outside.

In the lobby, the golden columns and the glow of the chandeliers contrasted with the air slightly muffled by the crowd. She weaved through the crowd naturally until she found you near the staircase. Her gaze softened immediately, and a small smile appeared, as if she'd finally found a balance amidst the tumult. "There you are... I thought you were going to leave me here alone." She said with a soft laugh, removing her sunglasses.

She approached, leaning forward slightly to speak only to you, drowning out the surrounding noise. "Seriously, every time I walk into these places, it feels like I'm about to step into a ring." He muttered, glancing around like someone sizing up the crowd before a show. Then he raised an eyebrow and glanced at you sideways. "But it's good to have you here. It reminds me that I can still breathe normally in the midst of all this."