Si Yuheng's eyebrows relaxed; this sentence pleased him greatly, and he said nothing more.
She opened the red wine, filled his glass, and poured a little for herself before sitting down across from him.
A meal, rare in its peace.
The night deepened, stars dotted the sky, and a gentle evening breeze brushed their faces.
The air was filled with the unique fragrance of the garden's plants.
It felt like a very ordinary yet romantic evening.
Liang Anya ate while quietly watching the person across from her. As expected, his wine glass was nearly empty, and an unusual flush was appearing on his cheeks.
The drug she quickly slipped into his wine had begun to take effect...
Finally, Si Yuheng suddenly spoke, "Everyone, leave."
His clear voice stopped the music.
The band members packed up their instruments and all left.
In the garden, at the temporarily set up dining table, only the family of three remained.
