West City Night Market.
Lines of streetlights along the road cast a warm yellow glow.
The aroma of food permeated the air, accompanied by the shouts of vendors, creating a lively atmosphere brimming with life.
Among the bustling crowd, groups of three or two walked together, chatting and laughing merrily.
Lin Qian held Yin Moran's hand, her large apricot eyes glittering with excitement as she observed the delicacies offered by each shop.
"Moran, what do you want to eat?"
Lin Qian licked her dry lips as she asked for Yin Moran's input, her gaze lingering fondly on the food stalls.
Yin Moran frowned slightly, "Are you sure you want to eat here?"
He was born into a wealthy family and had only eaten food prepared by top chefs; he had never dined in places like this.
"Hmm!"
Lin Qian's apricot eyes sparkled as she turned to look at Yin Moran. Seeing his slightly furrowed brow, she blinked and tentatively asked, "You... don't like it? If not, we can..."