Ye Feifei's last hope was pinned on Shen Sirui.
They finally met, not in a coffee shop this time, but within the bright private room of a hotel.
As usual, a table full of dishes was ordered, along with red wine to match.
However, there were no words exchanged, and even less interest in moving their chopsticks.
Ye Feifei's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyes intermittently bright and dim, as if she lacked the courage to look at the melancholic Shen Sirui opposite her!
The silence became extremely awkward.
Yet, she still spoke, "Sirui…"
Shen Sirui did not respond immediately. When Ye Feifei lifted her eyes, she felt that the sorrow hidden between his brows seemed even more profound!
After a few seconds of pause, Ye Feifei said again, "The dishes will get cold, Sirui, have some! You've also been busy all day, you must be tired…"
She diverted from the silent embarrassment on her own.
