Gu Lanshan stood at the roadside for a while, thought for a moment, and then walked up to join the line, standing at the end.
...
Although it was the weekend, Mr. Sheng still had an appointment with a client, choosing a tea restaurant not far from his company.
By the time everything was dealt with, it was already past seven in the evening. Coming out of the tea restaurant, he realized that the entire street of "Ten Miles Shengshi" was splendidly lit.
The client suggested they pick a place for dinner.
Mr. Sheng nodded his head, about to agree, when he saw a familiar figure in a long queue not too far away.
An illusion?
Lately, he'd been unsure how to face her, tormented by unrequited affection when the night was silent and devoid of others. He'd look at her once when he got home, but spent the rest of his time avoiding her.
It was probably just an illusion.
How could Gu Lanshan possibly come to his "Ten Miles Shengshi"?
