In the assembly hall, quiet music was played.
Few clubs will never plant bamboo inside their assembly hall because many of them would be decorated by modern decors splendidly and imposingly, but this was an exception where the breeze was flowing through the automatic filtering system that made the bamboo rustle. What's more, the tea fragrance here also added a flavor of primitive simplicity to this place.
But the woman who sat on the bamboo chair was anxious, with her hands clenching, and even the slight noise could make her feel restless. She had short hair and was dressed in a dark gray shirt, a black coat paired with jeans which made her look so fashionable and beautiful.
A staff member of the hall showed up at 3 o'clock and led a man walking into the hall. Upon the woman finding the man, she looked more anxious and hastily stood up.
