In the elegant French restaurant, Lu Yinfeng and Mo Qianyan sat facing each other.
Lu Yinfeng looked at the young face before her, truly unable to fathom how she had once fallen for him.
Now, when she looked again, her heart was as still as water.
The face she had once been so fond of had become utterly ordinary.
Mo Qianyan ordered a bottle of red wine and asked the waiter to pour a glass for Lu Yinfeng as well.
Lu Yinfeng raised a hand to stop him, smiling, "I'm sorry, but I don't drink when I'm out."
As she said this, the face and voice of that person flitted through Lu Yinfeng's mind.
Mo Qianyan said nothing, he simply gulped down a glass to himself as if drinking water.
The restaurant atmosphere was pleasant, with a violinist playing a melodious and romantic piece.