Glasses clinked, emitting a crisp ring.
The two exchanged glances, shared a smile, and then took a sip of red wine.
Setting down her glass gently, Yang Mi cradled her cheek in her hand, softly gazing at Chu Dazhuang.
That look, it was direct, it was love at first sight.
On Chu Dazhuang's side, he wiped his mouth gently, then delicately cut a piece of steak with his knife and fork, and chewed thoughtfully.
Raising his eyes softly, he caught Yang Mi watching him, giving Chu Dazhuang quite the view.
"What's wrong?"
Chu Dazhuang asked with a light chuckle, a soft laughter in his voice.
And with that utterance, Yang Mi felt a gentle ripple in her heart, like a babbling brook or clouds floating across the sky.
Both clouds and stream seemed to drift towards Chu Dazhuang in front of her.
"Nothing."
After watching for a long while, Yang Mi smiled, shaking her head lightly.
"It's just that you seem different from what I had imagined."
"Oh?"
