The cool, refreshing night air of the high peaks washed over them the moment they stepped away from the glowing golden lanterns of the Sovereign Dragon's Feast. The main commercial avenue quickly gave way to a winding, secluded stone pathway that led back down toward the lower residential sectors. Beneath the silver glow of the crescent moon, the surrounding black bamboo rustled softly in the mountain breeze, casting long, elegant shadows across the path. The atmosphere was remarkably tranquil, bordering on romantic, completely washing away the tense energy of the restaurant lobby.
Louisa took a slow, deep breath, her small hand sliding down Ethan's arm until her fingers gently intertwined with his. She looked up at his sharp, handsome profile, her eyes reflecting the soft moonlight.
