In the romantically lit western restaurant, a few young people in tailcoats were playing a melodious violin piece at the round table, the tune smooth and graceful.
In Lin Yan's ears, it was as if they were about to explode; no matter how pleasant the melody, it felt like sawing wood.
Under the ambiguous and dim light, the candle in the center of the dining table flickered.
Lin Yan's mood was off, her mind elsewhere, her spirit seemed scattered, as she sat across from Lu Chenyuan.
"I've tried." Lin Yan forced herself to stay calm, fighting back tears with a stinging sensation at the tip of her nose, "I've really tried, but the people below have strong opinions, I can't ignore them. The company isn't just my say. I will try again, just give me some time, wait for me."
