A waitress in a qipao stood at the entrance, courteously greeting guests.
Raindrops dripped from the eaves, creating tiny splashes on the stone steps.
The two of them got out of the car one after the other.
The night breeze was slightly chilly, swirling the fallen leaves by the roadside under the dim streetlights.
Vivian tightened the large black coat around her body.
The coat still carried Tristan's warmth and a faint scent of cedar.
She lowered her head and followed him at a leisurely pace towards the restaurant's entrance.
The restaurant manager was just inspecting the first-floor lobby. When his gaze swept to the figures at the door, he immediately stepped forward quickly to greet them.
"Mr. Sterling, you're here! Welcome."
His eyes inadvertently fell on Vivian behind Tristan.
The girl in front of him was dressed simply yet with an elegant beauty, exuding a quiet demeanor.
She was completely different from the socialites and ladies who usually accompanied Mr. Sterling.
