"Thank you for today."
As the two emerged from the private room, the crowd on the street still bustled. The glow from the small bulbs hanging on billboards interwove with the light emanating from neon sign stands at the entrance, creating a curtain of blended illumination that, veiled by the night and amidst the noisy throng, became even more hazy, as if floating atop a mist.
The residual heat of the late summer was chased away by the wind, and as they stepped out from the muggy indoors, a breath of fresh air filled their nostrils. This moment of exhilarating relief often brought a calm to one's spirits.
"Thank you for inviting me."
Zhu Qingyue took a deep breath before placing her hands behind her back, turning around, and with a friendly smile, said to him,
"I didn't think you'd take the initiative like this; it looks like I underestimated you."
Xu Xiangyang knew just by looking at her that Lin Xingjie's thoughts were not wrong.
