"Ding Dong~"
"Floor five, we have arrived."
The heavy background of black marble tiles, and a classical F major sonatina pours into the heart like water.
On the walls of the restaurant named "White Feather," scattered light spread from the top like a fan.
Below, inside a glass enclosure, Yan Huan's priceless collection was placed like an unreal reflection of the moon in water.
Tong Yingying and Yan Huan were led into the restaurant by a server, arriving at a spot near the window.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, at the very edge of the view, Yan Huan could see the Golden Lion Building piercing the clouds, surrounded by diminutive structures.
This was a rare and exceptional spot.
Especially since it faced the west, it was extraordinarily beautiful against the evening sunset.
The setting was worlds apart from Tong Yingying's everyday sprawl in a cluttered room in the South District, which made Yan Huan turn his head to observe her, dressed beautifully today.
