The dazzling sunset at the distant horizon made He Yuan's expression appear even more somber and detached, his gaze sharp as if it were the blade of ice, harboring a faint hostility.
Huang Manman's heart twinged with pain, and she abruptly turned her head, picking up her chopsticks to take some food as a disguise. But to her surprise, she found herself biting into a pickled pepper, the numbing spiciness overwhelming her taste buds. She bore the discomfort and swallowed it down.
Nian Yuyu had been watching her the whole time and timely offered her a glass of juice, then shifted the topic, "Fu Nian, have you ever been to the little tavern we're going to next?"
"Is it usually crowded?"
Fu Nian was someone who knew how to play along. Realizing the man who had been coldly watching him might have a special relationship with Huang Manman, he didn't expose it and went along with Nian Yuyu's topic, "It's still early, so there should not be many people."