In fact, there were no high school classmates inviting him; he just didn’t want to stay in that apartment. Ouyang Hao drove to the largest bar in the city center and found a seat in a corner. "Sir, what would you like to drink?" The bar’s lighting was dim, and with Ouyang Hao wearing a baseball cap, the bartender didn’t recognize him. "A glass of whiskey." "Sure, please wait a moment." Ouyang Hao lazily slouched on the high stool, drinking by himself. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, yet he hardly noticed, one glass after another. Not far from him, men and women dressed scantily swayed madly to the pulsing lights and pounding rhythm on the dance floor. Ouyang Hao gazed at the dance floor absentmindedly. Just then, a stylishly dressed woman with long hair walked up to him, smiling seductively, "Hey handsome, how about a drink together?" Ouyang Hao slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes brazenly surveying the woman from head to toe, finally resting on her chest. He sneered lightly, "I prefer ones that haven’t gone under the knife; they feel a bit more natural." The woman was taken aback but quickly understood the meaning behind Ouyang Hao’s words. Her smile froze and she snapped angrily, "Just a pretty boy, what’s so great about you, huh!" She stomped her foot in frustration and stormed off. However, she was just the first to hit on him. Despite many being turned down, others still wouldn’t give up, coming one after another. Wanting to drink in peace was proving so difficult that Ouyang Hao felt all the more disenchanted and decided to call it a night. But just as he stood up, a familiar figure caught his eye. Without a second thought, he got up from his seat, supporting himself with a crutch, and limped after the figure. His leg wasn’t functioning well; the injury hadn’t fully healed yet. He endured intense pain in his leg as he chased after the figure, but when he reached the bar’s entrance, the person was nowhere to be seen. Ouyang Hao’s eyes dimmed, yet as he turned around, he saw the person standing behind him, back facing him. Ouyang Hao reached out and placed his hand on the person’s shoulder, rebuking, "Lin Yixun, what are you doing in a place alone in the middle of the night?" The person turned around, looking at him with confusion, "Sir, you must be mistaken." Ouyang Hao then realized the woman in front of him wasn’t Lin Yixun; her silhouette just bore an uncanny resemblance. A wave of disappointment crashed over him, and he withdrew his hand, despondent, "Sorry." Follow current novᴇls on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net Not her, how could it be her? He smiled bitterly. Ouyang Hao, Ouyang Hao, there’s not just one woman in this world, Lin Yixun. Why fixate on one crooked tree when there’s a whole forest to explore? Especially since that crooked tree doesn’t even care about you. Ouyang Hao didn’t leave the bar; instead, he found another spot and continued to drink alone. By the time Li Yun’er called, he was already quite drunk. Hearing his slurred speech, Li Yun’er couldn’t help but ask, "Ouyang Hao, where are you? Why is it so noisy?" Ouyang Hao glanced drowsily at the flickering, swaying lights on the dance floor, let out a drunken burp, and smirked roguishly, "Why, you want to join? It’s nice here, really lively, it’s nice." Ouyang Hao, somewhat disoriented, still managed to tell her the name of the bar.