Night had fallen.
At the Anling Riverbank, a small shop glowed under the night sky, its few yellow, gentle lights casting halos on the stone-paved entrance path, complementing the twinkling stars above.
A gentle breeze fluttered the corner of the shop's curtain, also tossing Shen Qianqian's smooth hair into disarray.
Inside the shop, Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian were sitting by the window.
At that moment, Shen Qianqian had changed out of her uniform and into casual clothes, a white chiffon blouse with jeans below, and white canvas shoes on her feet. Her face, tired from days of overtime, was now revitalized, fair and delicate, exquisitely sweet.
Indeed, not working overtime could rejuvenate a person.
Shen Qianqian adjusted the little curl on her forehead and said with a light smile, "Lin Chuan, Qiqi said that Wang Zikai has a fever, so they can't come."
Lin Chuan took a sip of jasmine tea and smiled awkwardly, "Uh, Wang Zikai told me too."
Two minutes ago.
