Gu Jisui looked at her departing back and sighed softly.

The rich woman's departure was like a brief storm that soon subsided. Gu Jisui regained his composure. He looked down at the coffee cup in his hand. The coffee was like his mood, slightly steaming but never boiling.

Outside, bright sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blues Café, casting a warm shadow on the wooden tables covered with white tablecloths. In the sunlight, the tablecloths appeared pristine white, while the wooden tabletops took on a deep brown luster, as if telling the story of time.

A nimble little bird suddenly landed on the windowsill. It tilted its head, curiously observing the scene inside with its black, bean-shaped eyes. Its feathers shimmered faintly in the sunlight, delicate and vibrant. Its claws gently grasped the windowsill, its wings trembling slightly, a sign of its vigilance.

Then, the bird fluttered its wings and flew away, leaving behind a string of crisp birdsong. It soared in the blue sky, free and cheerful, just like the dust dancing in the sun, free and light.

The sunlight outside the window gradually warmed up, making the interior of the Blues Cafe seem even more cozy and comfortable. On the other side of the French windows, the tall sycamore tree swayed gently in the breeze, its leaves gleaming with emerald green in the sunlight.

The café's interior is simple yet refined. Old black-and-white photos and wooden murals adorn the pale yellow walls, giving the space a vintage and elegant feel. Soft lighting permeates every corner, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

The bird flew back out of the window and landed on the sycamore tree.

The doorbell of the cafe rang sharply, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere inside.

Gu Jisui put down his coffee cup and frowned, clearly a little impatient. He tapped the table lightly, motioning for Soder to sit down.

"Are you looking for me?" A deep and hoarse male voice sounded in the corner of the coffee shop, as if floating in the night fog.

Gu Jisui turned his head and looked directly at Sode with his deep eyes. "Yes, I'm looking for you. Sit down, let's talk."

Thord was confused and looked at Gu Jisui's serious face. He hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down. He felt an ominous premonition in his heart, as if he had been caught in an unknown storm.

"Who are you?" he asked puzzledly, trying to catch some clues from Gu Jisui's facial expression.

Gu Jisui didn't answer immediately. He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to start. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if weaving a silent melody.

"You don't know me? But I know you." He suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes staring directly at Thord. "A few days ago, were you in the park, talking on the phone with a woman named Bai Lan? Do you know Bai Lan?"

Thord was so shocked that he could hardly speak. His hands trembled and the coffee cup swayed on the table. He tried to remain calm, but the surprise and confusion in his heart had completely overwhelmed him.

"How do you know so clearly?" he finally asked, his voice dry and trembling.

Gu Jisui looked at him with a smile, an inexplicable light flashing in his deep eyes, "I naturally have my own way." He said it lightly, but it made Sode feel a heavy sense of oppression.

Thord felt a chill run down his spine. This stranger seemed to know some of his secrets, and this filled him with unease. He tried to force a smile, but I knew it would look worse than tears.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Thord tried his best to make his voice sound calm, although his heart was surging like a storm.

Gu Jisui leaned back in his chair, folded his hands over his chest, and looked directly at Soder. His eyes became serious, sharp as a knife, as if he could see through all lies. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"What is your relationship with Bai Lan?" Gu Jisui's voice was calm, but full of majesty.

Thord replied somewhat guiltily, "This is my personal matter."

Gu Jisui smiled coldly, "From what I know, you've been short of money lately and owe a lot of money from gambling."

Sode's body trembled slightly. He looked up at Gu Jisui, a trace of helplessness and fear flashing in his eyes. He knew he couldn't hide it any longer.

The breeze outside the window gently rustled the curtains, bringing a gust of cool air. But Thord could feel his sweat soaking through his clothes. He licked his dry lips and finally spoke, "Yes, I owe a lot of money. But there's nothing improper going on between Bai Lan and me."

Gu Jisui's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making Sode feel that he had nowhere to hide.

Gu Jisui didn't say anything, but just looked at Soder quietly, waiting for his explanation. The room fell into silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people echoing in the air.

Sode licked his dry lips and continued, "Bai Lan and I were high school classmates. We once had a relationship. But that's all in the past.

"I heard that you've been investigating Bai Lan's background recently and want to know everything about her. I can understand your feelings, but I hope you don't misunderstand the relationship between Bai Lan and me. There has been no contact between us for a long time. We are just ordinary old classmates."

Gu Jisui stared into Soder's eyes and remained silent for a moment. His heart was in turmoil, but he tried his best to remain calm.

"Really? Is there no other relationship?" Gu Jisui's voice was flat, but unquestionable.

Soder hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "I owe a lot of people money, and they keep asking me for money. I have no choice but to ask Bai Lan for help. I know this is not a good idea, but I have no other choice."

Gu Jisui didn't say anything, but his eyes became sharper. He stared at Suode closely, as if trying to see his true thoughts.

The air seemed frozen with thick ice, and the two of them fell into a deep, silent abyss. The wind outside the window grew stronger like a ferocious beast, slicing through the night like a knife. In the gust, the curtains swayed like puppets manipulated by the wind. Each sway was a silent protest, revealing the tension and struggle deep within the two.

Gu Jisui sat at a worn wooden table, his eyes as deep as a lake as he gazed at Soder. His hands rested elegantly on the table, his fingers like musical notes, silently revealing his inner world. His voice was like a cold needle, piercing the gloomy air. "As far as I know, you called Bai Lan a few days ago to ask for money. Why haven't you paid it back yet? Could it be that Bai Lan won't lend it to you?"