Holding the bouquet of roses and experiencing Ren Minghang's nervous, intermittent quick and slow driving, Xia You's heart also felt increasingly uneasy.
Tonight's dinner would not end so simply.
Different from last time, Ren Minghang chose a Japanese restaurant with an elegant environment; the private room was smaller than the upscale restaurant previously, but the interior was even more refined.
Stone lanterns, two hanging pine and bamboo murals, soft tatamis to kneel on, and a tea table in black and yellow. Inside the black pottery was refreshing black tea, right next to the private room flowed a water wheel and sharply cut bamboo pipes, rising and falling with the sound of water.
After ordering food, during the wait for the dishes to be served, both were preoccupied with drinking tea.
Ren Minghang, a man, drank in big gulps. After a few sips, he had already finished his tea and did not wish for interruptions, just holding his tea cup and occasionally looking towards Xia Yun.
