Shen Jianian booked an Italian restaurant, reserving the best spot half a month in advance, on the top floor of the building by the window.
She had imagined it beautifully, waiting for nightfall, sitting by the panoramic glass window, enjoying the night scene and the city lights while savoring delicious food. The restaurant's lighting focused on dark tones, creating a strong ambiance. But it started raining, and quite heavily, so all she could see by the window was the pouring rain.
Shen Jianian took a seat on the chair Fu Jichen pulled out for her, took off her coat, and draped it over the back of the chair. She was wearing an oatmeal-colored long-sleeve knitted dress.
She glanced at the misty glass window, unable to appreciate any night scene, even the myriad lights turned into a blurry shadow.
Wrinkling her nose, Shen Jianian grumbled discontentedly, "So this is what 'plans can't keep up with changes' means."
