Gu Yan raised her head and looked at Lu Ye in a daze.
Lu Ye's back was straight, very reliable and firm. His eyebrows were slightly bent, revealing a thick warmth.
In an instant, Gu Yan's conflicted heart miraculously calmed down.
She nodded her head heavily, her eyes were filled with a flickering light, and the corner of her mouth was not raised too much. Although she did not say anything, Lu Ye understood everything.
One glance was ten thousand years.
Their hearts were connected.
It was better than any language.
The two of them arrived at the agreed upon restaurant. Because it was too early, there weren't many people in the restaurant. The seats in the lobby on the first floor were basically empty.
The waiters in uniform were well-trained. They politely led Gu Yan and Lu Ye to the private room on the third floor.
This restaurant also had a classical style, and there was even a special music score for zither and pipa.
