Lin Wanxing put his hands under the table and quietly rubbed his cold fingertips. This place is so classy. It was so advanced that it made her feel uncomfortable. The crystal lamp above her head was like a string of solidified stars, and the light stung her eyes. The scent of a perfume she couldn't name floated in the air, sweet and sweet with a hint of aggression. The waiter walked silently, like a shadow floating on the floor. She looked down at the dress she was wearing. The cotton skirt was washed a little white, and there was still a little coffee stain on the collar that had not been cleaned. It doesn't fit in here. For Zhou Hao's birthday, she came anyway. It was his favorite restaurant and he mentioned it more than once. There is a small wrapped box on the table. It was a dark gold pen. She searched all over the city to find it. Zhou Hao is about to graduate and find a job. He said that a good pen can add points during interviews. This pen cost her all her living expenses this month. She glanced at her phone. Half past seven. Zhou Hao was half an hour late.
