LUO YAN looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair had been styled with a soft wave, swept back from his forehead with a light product that gave it a natural shine. He wore a white suit, the jacket tailored perfectly to his shoulders and waist. The fabric was a high-quality wool blend, smooth and crisp under the lights. A pale silver tie sat at his collar, held in place by a simple, dark grey tie pin. His trousers fell cleanly over a pair of polished black leather shoes.
The overall effect was one of clean, sharp, understated elegance—the kind a professional stylist would curate for an event where every guest would be dressed to impress. He turned his head, examining his profile, then smoothed a hand over the front of his jacket.
If he were in his usual mood, he would have already given himself a compliment or two. But after what happened last night, he couldn't even muster up any excitement for the party today.
