From the restaurant terrace, which overlooked the sea, Lijuan watched the sunset at the horizon. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, spread its largess into a grateful sky. The clouds were cotton-candy, as though they blushed at the warm touch of the sun. Silhouettes of birds flew home over a sky that was now fuchsia; and the sun was half into the water, but its reflection in the sea made it look complete.
The moment Chang Wu parked the car over at the restaurant's parking lot, he moved swiftly into the marbled anteroom of the building, looking at his iced wrist that glinted casually under the Chandelier's light.
After talking to the head waiter, the senior left to affirm if Miss Qin was anticipating any guests. He recommended that Chang Wu should wait at the parlor while he addresses Lijuan.
