Chapter 44_1

The flickering candlelight cast a glow on the faces of the two people. The exquisite dishes and the fragrant red wine—everything was so perfect.

However, at this moment, Beigong Cang's gaze seemed a bit distracted. His hand holding the wine glass was merely shaking it gently, yet he never took a sip.

It seemed like it was about to snow outside. And Qiao Qianning, wearing only that thin tracksuit, still had to stand on the street to sell flowers. She must have been cold. The time was gradually getting late; had she gone home, or was she still down on the street shouting her wares?

Ying Luoxue, sitting opposite him, did not know how many times she had quietly pulled out her phone to check the time.