So, Li Xiaoqiang leaned on his crutch and entered the restaurant. Inside, there were many diners, mostly young elites. The gentle strains of piano music echoed through the space.
The colorful lights softly shifted.
As they walked further in, they saw a girl dressed in a refreshing style, playing the piano at the back of the restaurant.
After Li Xiaoqiang and his companions sat down, they started to chat, but Li Xiaoqiang's gaze rested on the girl. The girl in the white dress seemed to be around eighteen or nineteen, radiating an aura of elegance and innocence.
Her shoulder-length black hair, coupled with her natural, unpowdered face, definitely made her the most refreshingly tempered girl Li Xiaoqiang had ever seen among many women.
To Li Xiaoqiang, this girl reminded him of the school beauty from his middle school days, someone who had maintained the purest of hearts.
