With those two eyesores gone, even the music in the restaurant seemed to sound a bit better.
Yulan and Shen Zhixing moved to a different private room. The snide remarks Zhou Qilan had made moments ago hadn't caused so much as a ripple in Yulan’s mood.
Shen Zhixing leaned back against the sofa, the hem of his black cashmere coat draped over the armrest. His wristwatch chain slid down to his wrist bone, catching the light with a cold glint. He sat with his back slightly hunched, holding a glass in his right hand, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the beads of moisture on the surface. He kept his eyes fixed on the tabletop, his eyelashes casting shadows beneath them.
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