C380 The Feeling of Having a Second Love

The dish was perfectly balanced—neither too spicy nor too bland, just right.

The fish was freshly killed and cooked, necessitating a bit of a wait.

Jiang Su estimated they'd have to wait a bit longer.

They were seated by a window overlooking the main thoroughfare.

Night had fallen, and the street outside glowed with the reflection of car headlights.

They sat facing each other.

Murong Yan