Song Qinghuan took a few bites of steak and remembered the day she and Shi Yuhuan had dined here.
Despite the food being delicious, she lost her appetite.
Her gaze unconsciously flicked to Shi Yuhuan, who was currently in conversation with Li Chengyun, oblivious of her. Their hand-holding past seemed to matter nothing to him.
Suddenly, she couldn't bear to stay here for a single minute longer.
Why did her heart still race when she saw him, even though he had already rejected her? She hated this feeling.
Taking a deep breath, Song Qinghuan said, "Zhan Cheng, I want to have hot pot, the very spicy kind. Can you take me for hot pot?"
During the lengthy time they had known each other, this was the first time Song Qinghuan had expressed a desire for a particular food and asked him to accompany her for a meal.
How could Zhan Cheng refuse, given how much effort it had taken to reach this point?
