By the artificial lake, at dusk.
The two of them strolled along the shore, where a thin layer of ice had formed. Yao Lingling would pick up a small pebble and hurl it with force into the distance, tracing a long, graceful arc across the ice, then turn back and give him an impossibly brilliant smile.
In the high-end buffet restaurant.
Yao Lingling carried two plates like a happy little hamster, zipping back and forth between king crab legs, live crayfish, and thick-cut salmon. She piled everything she thought was delicious onto the plate in front of Tang Song, then looked at him with a face full of expectation.
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By the time the two of them returned to the villa suite hidden deep in the bamboo grove, night had completely fallen.
At some point, fine snow had begun to drift down again in the courtyard outside the window. Under the warm yellow lights, it looked tranquil and romantic.
The two of them sat down on the soft sofa in the living room.
