Jiang Yixia put down her fork, leaned back in her chair, and looked at Lu Fan. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on his face. His eyes were bright, and a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth. She suddenly felt that this exact scene was exactly what she had dreamed of all those years ago.
"What are you looking at?" Lu Fan asked with a smile.
"Nothing." Jiang Yixia quickly looked away, pretending to admire the night view outside the window.
Lu Fan picked up the bottle of red wine, poured a little into Jiang Yixia's glass, and then refilled his own. "Have a little more?" he asked cheerfully.
