"Hello sir, are you dining alone? What would you like to order?"
The waitress spoke in a soft whisper, her head lowered, her voice very gentle, but she didn't dare to meet the customer's gaze.
The guest sat quietly by the window, resting his chin on his hand, looking outside. He carried an indescribable aura. The refracted morning sunlight gently streamed in through the shop window, making the air seem silent.
Why hadn't she noticed him immediately? Was she too engrossed in discussing last night's events with her colleagues? The waitress's mind wandered, her thoughts chaotic.
After raising his eyes to observe the waitress for a moment, Gu Mo took the menu and casually ordered a few dishes, then turned back to the glass window, seemingly watching the commotion on the streets. However, he was actually staring at his own reflection, deep in thought.
The waitress returned quickly, but that didn't explain much—
