Beyond the heavy door. In the room you were shown into, a man lounging languidly on the sofa looked at you and smiled. His clothes were disheveled, and he seemed utterly devoid of dignity. He was exactly the man you had heard rumors about in high society. A playboy, elusive, and seemingly untouched by responsibility—that kind of person. As you sat down across from him at his prompting, he casually recrossed his legs and turned his gaze toward you.

Those words, delivered so lightly and matter-of-factly. Yuan was smiling as if to say that was the best "condition" of all.