The gentle music in the background kept playing, a soft classical melody that stirred the hearts of those listening, weaving through the elegant dining room like a delicate thread. Crystal chandeliers cast their warm, golden glow over the tables, making the silverware sparkle and the fine porcelain plates gleam softly.
The air was rich with layered aromas—savory, oceanic, and deeply comforting—as more courses arrived one by one. Su Wanyan kept yapping animatedly about the delicacies, her voice bright and full of wonder, while opposite her, Mo Xingxue listened attentively, nodding a few times and staring intently at Su Wanyan with unwavering focus.
The barrage, of course, couldn't contain themselves.
[Man, I don't know whether I want to be Mo Xingxue or Su Wanyan....]
[Decisions, decisions…..]
[To be loved is to be seen, sigh....]
[Nah, to be loved is to be stared at.]
[You're both wrong. To be loved is to be fuc—]
