In the spacious walk-in closet, a series of men's shirts, suits, shoes, watches, ties, and other clothing is neatly arranged.
An Nan took a simple glance at the clothing labels and found that none of them had any brand tags. However, judging by the fabric, each piece was a masterpiece. The only explanation was that these clothes were custom-made, and anyone able to customize their clothing must be someone of great status. Just who exactly is the man lying on the bed outside? His taste is quite impressive, granting An Nan a bit of relief; at least her first time wasn't given to a completely undesirable man.
In her remaining memory, she bumped into him at the stairs in the Champs Elysees. Could he be a guest from last night's banquet, or perhaps a staff member from the Champs Elysees, or maybe just another person?
