After dinner, they stepped out of the restaurant into the deep night, a gentle breeze blowing under a clear moon.
Quan Yu and Ning Guiwan didn't immediately head back. It was late May, and the weather was growing warmer. Ning Guiwan wore an ankle-length, dark red dress. The fabric was on the thicker side, cinched at her slender waist with a belt. Its wide hem fell in cascading layers, making her slim waist appear even more delicate.
Her long, curly hair cascaded casually down her back—voluminous and tousled, exuding a lazy charm.
Hand in hand, the couple walked onto the sidewalk outside the restaurant. Climbing roses bloomed profusely on either side, their fragrance scattered by the breeze.
"Wanwan."
Quan Yu suddenly called her name.
Ning Guiwan stopped, turning her head to look up at him. "What is it?"
Quan Yu looked down, his short, dense lashes obscuring his emotions as he slowly raised his hand.
