"Money."
Fu Yanye said this one word.
Zhuo Jian had an epiphany, awkward but not losing her polite smile.
For some reason, she found the dishes quite delicious and ate a lot.
After dinner, the staff refilled their wine glasses and then withdrew.
In the vast space, only the two of them remained.
Zhuo Jian watched as the staff who had served them left one by one, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, and after they were gone, she reflexively looked out the window again.
"Thump!" A sound.
Zhuo Jian, numb with feelings, looked up toward the distant night sky.
A pink firework blossomed.
One after another, fireworks in various colors and shapes burst forth before her eyes.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt like she was in a dream.
Fu Yanye was gazing at her, seeing those dazzling fireworks reflected in her eyes.
They say girls like this stuff; turns out it's true.
