The restaurant was decorated in a romantic and elegant style.
Meng Xiyue was the epitome of elegance and aloofness.
Xia Yuan looked at Meng Xiyue across the table, who was eating with grace. She took a sip of red wine to moisten her throat, “Thank you for taking me to the hospital that day.”
“It was nothing.”
Perhaps it was because she had also drunk some wine, but the usually cold look in her eyes seemed to warm up a bit, and her voice lost its usual indifference, carrying a hint of gentle elegance.
Xia Yuan couldn’t help but...
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