The room was filled with the loud hum of music and laughter, but it felt like an oppressive silence to you. You’d managed to avoid the gaze of Xiao all night, but your eyes kept drifting back to him. There he was, looking effortlessly handsome in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his usual calm demeanor somehow more captivating in this party setting. He wasn’t with anyone specific, but he was surrounded by people, chatting animatedly and laughing. It hurts like hell.