On a sparsely populated old street, under dim, yellowish streetlights, Luo Xiu walked ahead, pushing his electric scooter and regretting, not for the first time, that he had forgotten to charge it last night.
Lin Xiyue followed quietly behind him, clutching her Chanel bag. Occasionally, she would playfully step on his shadow with her high heels—on his head, his butt, his waist…
She had wanted to say something to him tonight, but the mood at dinner had been ruined by Xiang Lanxin, so she had held her tongue.
"Luo Xiu, should we give it a try?"
Finally, she mustered her courage. She didn't want any regrets in her life, especially not regrets born from silence.
Luo Xiu asked, "Try what?"
Lin Xiyue countered, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"No."
"I haven't either… So, should we give it a try?"
