The music was pounding when they walked inside. There were times, admittedly, when Xue Yang couldn't stand that. Right now he felt it resonating inside him, his heart pounding in the same rhythm. He was walking next to Meng Yao, who had his crutch. Some people had given them looks, Xue Yang hadn't taken any notice. He just felt a pleasant buzz and he was walking to the back of the club, where his friends usually had a table on Fridays.

"That's them!" He told Meng Yao, then snorted. "I guess you know, stalker."

He pulled him along by his arm. Xinjia was sitting next to Jonathan, who had a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and who looked at them with a polite smile. Chenglei was in the process of emptying his drink, then he set down the glass and waved at them.

"Eh, Xue Yang! That's who you're bringing?" Chenglei looked Meng Yao over, his face showing some obvious confusion. "Hi... sir?"

"That's Yao-ge. His leg's messed up, so you need to make space for him."

Chenglei nodded, turning to the side a little, so that Meng Yao could squeeze past him. "You can sit down."