At 8 p.m., Night Bar.
Ling Li pushed open the door of private room No. 8 and saw the face he had been longing for.
She was wearing a beige knitted dress and a soft little coat, which made her look very gentle and tranquil.
Her hair, worn over the shoulders, slid down as she bowed her head, oozing charm.
A thought crossed Ling Li's mind: "Mumu."
As he considered, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
In the dimly lit private room, Mu Anran was sitting on the sofa.
After Ling Li entered, she was listlessly scrolling through her phone.
Hearing the call "Mumu," she sent a text message and then put away her phone.
"Brother Ling."
Ling Li sat across from her, "Why did you think of coming to this place today?"
Mu Anran smiled, "It's lively here, and I'm quite familiar with it."
"Hmm," Ling Li nodded.
On the drive over, he had prepared a multitude of things to say, but upon seeing Mu Anran, he couldn't utter a single word.