In a roadside restaurant in California.
"You said you'd take me out to eat, and now that we've eaten, can we go back?" Lin Tang wiped her mouth with a napkin and calmly glanced at the nervous Shan Yan across from her.
Shan Yan's nervousness was too obvious.
He was stammering, his words disconnected and jumbled.
The more nervous he became, the more relaxed Lin Tang felt.
It meant she had the upper hand.
"Ah?" Shan Yan was taken aback.
Why was it time to go back so soon?
They hadn't seen each other for so long, and now that they finally met, Lin Tang seemed completely unenthusiastic.
Back home, Lin Tang used to seek him out now and then.
She was so proactive that it even made him a bit uneasy.
One month apart, and she's become so much colder?
That's not right.
Suddenly, Shan Yan remembered that not just today, but even for several days before their meeting, Lin Tang hadn't seemed very keen to reach out to him.
