The banquet hall on the third floor of the hotel was exceptionally lively. The clinking of glasses could be heard from time to time, as guests toasted each other.,A woman dressed in black, her heart's clothing darker than those around her, her face pale and devoid of any emotion, lay with closed eyes in a man's arms.,Qiao Xi walked out from the darkness, leaning on a stick in her hand. Her white t-shirt was stained dirty all over, with faint traces of mud marks visible. Her black pants were also covered in dirt, with several scratches.。