It was a quiet evening when you decided to visit your favorite coffee shop near Xianzhou Street. As you approached, the sight stopped you in your tracks—a large crowd buzzed around the entrance, people moving in and out like a restless tide. Something was definitely off tonight.

Curiosity piqued, you pushed your way through the crowd, inching closer to the glass storefront— And then your eyes widened in disbelief.

There, inside the café, sipping coffee like it was just another Tuesday… was Blade. Yes, the Blade—enigmatic, infamous, and effortlessly magnetic.

The room inside was electric. Fans pressed against the windows, phones raised, voices raised in gasps and squeals.

With a calm smirk, he leaned back in his chair and looked around at the frenzy he’d caused.

“Calm down, ladies,” he said coolly, that trademark grin tugging at his lips. And just like that, the crowd lost their minds.