Cliff City, two days later, afternoon.
Lihua District, the popular dessert café Haitian House.
Under the bright sun, a steady stream of customers came to the outdoor beach area to take photos. Beneath the parasols, many visitors enjoyed signature desserts and afternoon tea sets amid the lively bustle.
However, inside the meticulously prepared private room of the café, the atmosphere gradually grew stagnant amidst the endless pleasantries.
Or rather, it became awkward.
"The weather's really nice."
"Yeah, it really is."
"Did you hit any traffic on the way here?"
"No, not at all."
"You seem to have lost some weight recently."
"Just a little bit."
"Your skin looks great too!"
"...Tong Hua."
The woman sitting across the table in a tube dress and blouse sighed.
Her hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head, her makeup light, and her expression forever gentle and warm, inviting one to spill all of one's worries without hesitation.
