After leaving the restaurant, Su Ziceng was momentarily at a loss. In Zone 3, her favorite was this French restaurant; eating anything else wouldn't compare to the meals prepared by her own chef back home.
"I know a place," under the bustling lights of Zone 3, Yan Wuxu's eyes showed less desire for the bright nightlife.
After the argument they had tonight, the grievances between Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu had somehow all dissipated. For both of them, it was their first time having such in-depth communication with someone of the same sex, stripping off the facades they wore and exposing the raw, unadorned selves—though not in a naked, fleshy sense, but rather an enjoyable honesty.
