After they had placed their orders, Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue waited patiently for their meal. While waiting, Su Wanyan was trying her hardest not to look around—lest she gets teased as ignorant. However, no matter how many times she tried and suppressed it.. curiosity won.
Su Wanyan looked around the restaurant with wide-eyed wonder, taking in the intricate details of the decor—the subtle floral arrangements on each table, the way the light danced off the crystal glassware, and the graceful movements of the waitstaff.
"How fancy," she said softly, unable to hold back a low whistle of awe. Her eyes twinkled with genuine joy, the earlier tensions of the day momentarily forgotten in the face of such refined beauty.
Mo Xingxue watched her quietly, her expression heavy. Her mind flashing memories of harsh words spoken in anger, of a friendship nearly shattered by misunderstandings and family schemes.
