"Miss Cheng, this way, please."
As the waiter led Cheng Ying through the piano rack, she saw Leng Yixiu by a window seat. He was as handsome and elegant as ever, his features and contours flawlessly perfect.
Besides the staff, Cheng Ying and Leng Yixiu were the only ones in the western restaurant. Obviously, Leng Yixiu had reserved the entire place.
Cheng Ying couldn't help but smile happily. That was just the kind of person Leng Yixiu was. Though he often didn't smile much and wouldn't call his girlfriend like other men in love, he always surprised you when you least expected it.
Though it might seem dull, Cheng Ying found it delightful. She considered it to be Leng Yixiu's unique form of romance.
"How long have you been here?" Cheng Ying took off her shawl and sat down across from Leng Yixiu.
"Just arrived." The man's eyes lightly fell on Cheng Ying as his thin lips slightly parted, "You look beautiful tonight."
