The restaurant that Chen Man had brought Jiang Xichu to had been open for a few decades, and from the fact that it had been open for so many years it could be seen that its dishes were pretty good. Chen Man particularly liked its flavours, but today’s meal she ate without tasting. The fault wasn’t with them; her entire mind was filled with the matter of Jiang Xichu. The two ordered three dishes, and in the end, together they didn’t finish even a single dish, having them put into takeaway boxes; Jiang Xichu walked at the front, the early summer night neither cold nor hot, and the warm breeze brushed against the bodies of the two; Jiang Xichu’s steps involuntarily became relaxed, and her lips lifted, slowly heading towards the parking lot. Behind her, Chen Man followed along, gaze fixed on Jiang Xichu’s figure. She really likes me? That can’t be, she doesn’t like me, I knew that from the start. Maybe I made a mistake, and it might still be that she likes me! No no no, if she liked me, li...