Jun's POV3 YEARS LATER
"Yiren," I call out, checking the time on my watch for the tenth time in the last five minutes. "We're late. Honey has messaged me five times already—threatening to never talk to me if we don't show up soon. Whatever this dinner is, he's taking it very seriously."
I grab the car keys from the bowl near the door, muttering to myself about why he can't just text the news like a normal person. But before I can head back to the room to check on Yiren again, she steps out.
And just like that, the world stops.What dinner?Who is Honey?Where am I?
Yiren is wearing a deep emerald green silk dress that hugs her gorgeous figure. Her long hair tumbles down in soft waves, part of it pinned back with silver clips shaped like cherry blossoms. There's a glimmer on her eyelids, something soft and golden, and her lips are painted a subtle, glossy rose. Her presence steals the air from my lungs and every thought from my mind.
