Watching one dish after another being placed on the table, he didn't pick up his chopsticks to start eating when all the dishes were served. He stared at the empty seat opposite, imagining her expressions, her frowns and smiles, when they used to come here together...
At that time, how he wished time could stop, to let those beautiful moments become eternal.
"Sir...your food has gone cold. Is the person you're waiting for not here yet? Do you want me to reheat the dishes for you?"
Shen Yiran snapped out of it, picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish, saying, "No, thank you."
No matter how many times it's reheated, the person he's waiting for would never come.
Eating the cold food, it tasted bland. He filled his stomach but barely touched the dishes on the table before getting up to pay the bill.
