Wei Anning felt upset; she had made such a proud man worry day and night, waiting for her, "Gong Ting, I..."
Gong Ting, being who he was, saw her guilt and unease and naturally didn't dwell on the matter, "Let's go eat."
"Oh." Wei Anning leaned back in her chair, her mood heavy.
If she hadn't chosen to return to the United Kingdom with Gong Ting back then, would things have been different?
But there's no "what if" in this world, nor any antidote for regret.
In this life, she was destined to owe Gong Ting a debt she could never repay.
The place they went to eat was a Chinese restaurant with a cozy, chic atmosphere, and it was very crowded with patrons. As they entered, a waiter guided them to a private room.
Wei Anning took off her coat and scarf, about to hang them up, but Gong Ting already took them and hung them up effortlessly.
"Thank you."
