Xiao Jie pushed open the shimmering glass door in front of him and stepped into the restaurant.
The interior decoration of the restaurant was quite unique, presenting a blend of Chinese and Western styles.
On one side were redwood tables and chairs, ink-painted screens exuding an antique oriental charm; on the other side were warm-toned leather booths and minimalist chandeliers, full of modern Western leisure vibes.
The restaurant was empty, and so quiet that the low hum of the central air conditioning could be heard, almost devoid of other patrons. Only at the best spot by the window sat a lone figure.
The person had their back to the door, appearing somewhat blurred, as if shrouded in a thin mist. Yet, for some reason, Xiao Jie felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them somewhere before, or it was a natural attraction from a similar aura.
