On the way back, Song Yuncheng kept her head down, not saying a word.
Before tonight, she could never have imagined that a meal with such small portions could cost ten thousand yuan.
That meal cost two years of her tuition, two years of her living expenses, and two months of her salary.
"What are you thinking about?"
Chen Yansen turned to look at her, asking softly when he saw her silence.
"I'm thinking about how we just spent two months of my salary on a meal, and we didn't even get the contract signed. It feels like such a waste."
Song Yuncheng looked up, her eyelids red. You could tell the expense genuinely pained her.
"But we finished all the food, didn't we?" Chen Yansen smiled faintly, stopping to lean against the railing by the river.
The Neon lights of Yanjing's nightscape flickered. The endless stream of traffic was like a starry ribbon stretched across the city's center.
The northern autumn wind carried a chill, making one's mouth and throat feel dry.
