Night fell, and the neon lights illuminated the entire city.
When Jiang Muwan drove away from the Gu Mansion, it was dinner time.
She had just descended the stairs when Lan Ying stepped up to ask if she was going to have dinner.
Jiang Muwan waved her hand, "I have plans with friends, don't worry about me."
Lan Ying wanted to say more, but Jiang Muwan's figure had already disappeared at the doorway.
On the bustling streets of C City, in a modest Korean restaurant, Fu Jing and Jiang Muwan each had a cup of sake before them.
Jiang Muwan leaned back in the cozy booth.
As spring approached, the bulky down jackets were shed in favor of sweaters and wool coats.
She appeared even more slender and efficient.
Above her, the warm yellow light shone down, giving her a gentle glow.
