A platter of sizzling lamb chops, still glistening with fat, was brought to the table by a waiter, complete with a small warmer. The aroma filled the air.
The wine was also opened.
At some point, snow had begun to fall again outside, blanketing everything in a silvery coat. In the snowy night, the hotel's small, colorful lights cast a kaleidoscope of light and shadow.
Indoors, under the warm, orange-hued light, the man and woman sat in their bathrobes before the bay window, looking like a scene from a rich, vibrant oil painting.
The entire world felt exceptionally quiet.
"Cheers! Lin Chu, it's great to meet you!"
Dongnya raised her glass, beaming. The light danced on her face, giving her skin a fine texture, as smooth as white jade.
Perhaps it was her superb waxing skills, or maybe just her youth, but even when they were taking photos earlier, Lin Chu hadn't noticed a single pore.
'So much for the "hairy Russian girl" stereotype.'
'There's no hair at all!'
