The night was truly beautiful.
The gentle breeze blew, causing the sea waves to sway.
The two hopelessly-in-love individuals, each offering their most vulnerable side to the other without hesitation, as if this was eternity.
Eternity, fleeting as a moment.
One didn't know who left first.
The warmth of that moment instantly turned chilly, even icy, at that point.
Ji Baijian walked over to the chair in front of Song Zhizhi and slowly sat down.
In front of him was a beautifully prepared dinner.
Together they gracefully picked up their cutlery and started eating bite by bite.
The food tasted excellent, yet at this moment seemed utterly flavorless.
An unshakeable silence engulfed all around, seemingly making everything eerily quiet.
Even the servers conscientiously withdrew themselves.
At that moment, they didn't seem to know what to say or what could be said.
Song Zhizhi seemingly lost her sense of taste.
She slowly put down her cutlery.
