"He had been sitting there the whole time; I thought he was a friend of yours."
The waiter pointed to a spot not far from where they had been before.
It was just across an aisle.
But now that area had emptied.
The surroundings weren't exactly quiet, with the sounds of people whispering in the distance. What had been cheerful music had now turned into a quiet piano piece.
The melody was lyrical, with a slightly sorrowful atmosphere.
Hannah walked to an open space and looked up at the bright moon above the night sky.
The bright moonlight shone down, as if weaving a layer of dreamy and beautiful gauze over the world. Everything seemed ethereal, as if shrouded in mist.
The sound of footsteps ceased behind her, and George River quietly observed the profile of the person in front of him.
She looked especially beautiful in the moonlight. Her delicate brows and eyes, her rosy lips—a frown or a smile, all were captivating.
