The moment Qin Ruan walked out of the banquet hall, she felt her breath broaden significantly.
She descended the steps and strolled along the bluestone trail, her silhouette reflected on the ground under the refracted light of the street lamps.
At a not so distant, the sound of laughter and chatter could be heard. Through the scattered trees, the flicker of light and shadowy figures could be seen.
Qin Ruan halted her steps, pausing by a stone table beside her.
She sat on the stone stool, propping her chin on her hand and her elbow on the table.
Someone draped a coat over her shoulders from behind.
Qin Ruan turned around and saw Lin Hao: "Thank you."
"Not at all, madam."
After draping the coat over her, Lin Hao backed up two steps, standing beside Huo Qiang.
Rong Jing and Long Xinzhao sat down across from Qin Ruan.
Under the illumination of the lamp in the night, Long Xinzhao gazed at Qin Ruan with a complicated expression.
