Next day — iconic restaurant, 7:00 PM
Jiang and I arrive first.
As expected.
The rooftop is already done—fairy lights glowing, soft music floating in the air, flowers arranged just right. Not too flashy. Not too plain. Perfectly us.
I stop at the entrance and just… stare.
"…Wow," I breathe.
Jiang tilts his head, scanning everything like a security system. "This environment is acceptable," he declares.
I snort. "High praise."
The manager spots us instantly and hurries over, beaming like he personally planned my entire life.
"Good evening, ma'am, sir. Everything is prepared as discussed."
I glance around again—the tables, the menu cards, the subtle gold accents, the cozy lighting that makes everything feel warm and safe.
"Yeah," I say softly. "It's perfect."
This morning already feels unreal.
I wake up to Jiang's second magazine appearance plastered everywhere online. Boom. Exploded. Again.
