10:30 pm, Frostgard
"Still thinking about what happened at noon?" Wang Xiao's voice was gentle, like a breeze passing through willow leaves, as he looked across the table at Mei.
They were seated in an elegant, private dining area of a luxurious restaurant, the glittering cityscape beyond the glass wall casting a soft glow over the room.
Mei sat quietly, her posture demure, her head slightly bowed as if burdened by thoughts too heavy to share.
She had been unusually silent, her delicate features tinged with an air of melancholy that did not escape Wang Xiao's notice.
"Mhm, we're just ordinary people..." Mei's voice was barely above a whisper, like a fragile leaf trembling in the wind.
She glanced down at her plate, her hand moving almost mechanically as she picked at her food, though her appetite had long deserted her.
The vibrant dishes before her seemed to pale in comparison.