They also visited that commercial street in the university town, where she pointed to a milk tea shop that had gone out of business and changed signs, and laughed as she said she once worked there...
Every place carries memories from her somewhat gloomy past.
But his appearance was like a warm key that reopened the doors of those memories, letting the sunlight in and tinting them with bright colors.
For lunch, they didn't go to their usual small eateries.
Instead, under Tang Song's guidance, they came to a French restaurant located on the top floor of a downtown office building.
The restaurant's environment was elegant, with soft jazz music flowing through the air.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the city's gray winter skyline.
Zhang Yan had clearly never been to such a place, and she looked somewhat bewildered at the three or four sets of knives and forks placed on the white tablecloth in front of her.
