Before she got close, Chi Huan noticed that when she was nearly two meters away from him, the man extinguished the cigarette that he had not yet finished smoking.
Mo Shiqian straightened his body, "Chi..."
Her name was still on his lips when he was interrupted by the woman's voice.
Chi Huan, looking up at him with her lips pursed, said, "Let's have dinner first, I'm hungry."
His eyebrows raised slightly, seemingly surprised, voice low and husky, "You... want to have dinner with me?"
She gazed at his face, half-lit in the light, feeling a sting in her heart, "Otherwise?"
Naturally, Mo Shiqian immediately took her to a nearby restaurant.
Once seated, she kept her eyes downcast, lost in thought, more absent-minded than ever.
The man furrowed his brows, fixating on her cheeks, and asked in a low voice, "If you don't like the food here, shall we go back downtown?"
Everyone around her knew she had been losing her appetite recently.
