At 6:30 PM, the sky gradually darkened.
The gray clouds hung low, churning incessantly, as if they were within reach.
Urgent raindrops beat against the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows.
Directly opposite the Taiping River, the fine rain wove a tapestry, stirring up ripples upon ripples.
The undulating surface of the water reflected the distant city's neon lights, creating a beautiful pictorial scene.
Under the soft light, laughter echoed in the hall from time to time.
The dining table was laden with a variety of delicious dishes, from appetizers to main courses, to desserts. The plating was exquisite, and the color coordination was pleasing to the eye, quite sophisticated.
Tang Song held a wine glass in his hand, gazing out at the hazy twilight.
Standing beside him, Jing held her phone, pretending to shoot the rain outside, but in reality, she sneakily captured Tang Song...'s hand.
