The Western restaurant exuded quiet elegance and luxury; the two took their seats by the window.
Outside the window, the sunset was brilliant, and the last touch of afterglow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window, enveloping He Shaoying who was flipping through the menu, as if draping her in a layer of sheer silk, mysterious and beautiful.
"What will you have?"
He Shaoying asked without looking up from the menu at Zhou Yang.
"Whatever."
Zhou Yang glanced around, his response nonchalant and devoid of emotion.
He noticed that for some reason, the waiters and diners around them all seemed to be looking over, some whispering timidly. When their gazes met with Zhou Yang's, they quickly looked away, pretending nothing was amiss.
"We've met by fate; shouldn't there be some ceremony to it? How can you be so nonchalant?" He Shaoying teased like a petulant girlfriend, smiling playfully.