The outskirts of the city embraced Pan An's bar in an ethereal quietude as dusk fell, casting elongated shadows that danced on the rustic walls. Wang Fang's footsteps echoed softly as she crossed the threshold into the dimly lit haven.
Pan An stood by the entrance of the private room, his piercing gaze meeting hers as she approached, a mixture of reservation and familiarity in his eyes.
"Welcome, Wang Fang. I hope you found your way here easily," Pan An said, his voice a gentle murmur that cut through the hush of the evening.
Wang Fang nodded, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. "Yes, the directions were clear. Thank you for arranging this meeting."
Pan An gestured for her to take a seat, his movements graceful yet tinged with an unspoken tension. As they settled into the cozy confines of the private room, he leaned back in his chair, regarding her with a blend of concern and curiosity.
