Shi Che arrived at the restaurant half an hour early.
Tonight, he had booked the entire Silver Sea Restaurant for himself and Ling Chuxia alone.
The restaurant manager had other tables and chairs removed, leaving only a table and chairs in the center of the restaurant, carefully arranging the decor. The lighting was dim, the music soft, creating an incredibly romantic atmosphere.
Sitting in his chair, Shi Che gazed at the cluster of champagne roses on the table, each petal seemingly delicate and dewy. Small drops of water clung to them, which, under the lighting, appeared even more vivid.
A soft light glimmered in Shi Che's dark eyes as a slow smile spread across his lips, imagining the expression on Ling Chuxia's face when she received the flowers, his smile growing deeper.
Then, he raised his hand to glance at his watch—7:45 pm. Only fifteen more minutes until her arrival.
He lowered his hand, turning his head slightly to look out the floor-to-ceiling windows.
