London's Fantasy
They ate dinner in silence, but the atmosphere felt warm. London knew that L was not a talkative girl. In the past, for some reason, he thought cheerful and talkative girls looked attractive, but now he was very happy to enjoy dinner in silence with L.
The girl would not speak unless it was necessary, so every word that came out of her lips became precious, and nothing was in vain. If she was happy, she would show it, just like when she was angry or sad.
As far as London knew, he never heard L gossiping about her fellow artists or complaining about things. It sometimes made him curious because he wanted to know what was really going on in her mind.
Ugh ... unfortunately, no matter how much wealth he had, London must still resign to the fact that all men in this world were fated to never understand women. No device or machine could translate the contents of women's hearts that men could buy.