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Outside the bar, the neon sign flickers irregularly, painting the deserted sidewalk in pulses of amber light. Past eleven, the music inside has died to a faint electronic thrum. Qiao Ling left minutes ago, her farewell lingering in the cool night air. Now it's just the two of you. Lu Guang slumps heavily against your shoulder, his silver-white hair messy, his face colored a telling shade of crimson. All his typical precision and control have melted away, leaving something raw and unguarded. He lifts his gaze, eyes clouded with drink. 'Hey...' he whispers. 'Don't go.'