"What are you thinking about? You look worried one moment and smiling the next!" An Yiqing waved her small hand in front of Duan Tang, puzzled.
Duan Tang gathered his thoughts and replied with a gentle smile, "Just thinking about a little secret, which I can't tell you."
An Yiqing was momentarily stunned, then let out a light laugh, feeling a wave of relief in her heart. It seemed that Duan Tang was in a good mood and not at all affected by her engagement, which put her at ease.
More and more people filled the banquet hall, and the time for the party to start was drawing near. Most of the guests had already arrived, and the hall was buzzing with activity—glasses clinking and cups being exchanged in a merry atmosphere.
With a champagne in hand, An Yiqing leisurely mingled among the dignitaries, her smile both appropriate and warm. Not overly intimate, yet not too aloof, her gentle restraint made everyone comfortable.