The man who had gotten out of the taxi was wearing a black turtleneck knitted sweater and a coat of the same color. With his long legs, he was a person who looked good wearing any clothes. His fringe was a little long, yet he didn't comb it up and let it cover his charming and pretty eyes.
The woman beside him was wearing a long, fitting professional suit that was black as well. She was wearing a pale green high-waisted short skirt and a pair of high heels. She looked cold, exquisite, knowledgeable and refined.
The two conversed as they walked towards the restaurant.
Cen Xi felt like some things were ingrained in them. An example was that her first thought was to choose this restaurant when she was choosing a restaurant.
Previously, Qiao Yanze and her would come here to eat from time to time. Both of them quite liked the light-tasting food and boiled soup here.
Cen Xi looked away from the couple, her pretty eyes unreadable.