4:15 p.m.
Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, top-floor corridor.
With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened.
Tang Song gentlemanly reached out to hold the elevator door, bowed slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "Ms. Ouyang, please."
"Thank you."
Ouyang Xuanyue gave a slight nod and walked into the elevator with composed steps.
To avoid drawing attention, she wore a wide French Retro Sun Hat on her head and oversized Brown Sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, hiding most of that graceful, noble face.
Over a soft, close-fitting light-colored Knitted Sweater, she wore a Beige Trench Coat with a minimalist cut. On her lower half were dark Straight-leg Jeans, and on her feet were comfortable Flat Ankle Boots.
At this moment, she had shed the sharpness of the Precision Queen in her everyday life and looked like a well-off tourist with excellent taste, staying briefly in Southern France for a vacation.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
In the sealed elevator car, only the two of them were left.
Ouyang Xuanyue watched the changing floor numbers, and her heartbeat also sped up slightly.
She turned her gaze slightly, her phoenix eyes behind the sunglasses looking at the mirror-like elevator wall.
In the mirror, Tang Song wore a low-key Baseball Cap and a pair of Black-rimmed Square Glasses on the bridge of his nose.
His whole person seemed restrained, warm, handsome, and upright.
The two stood side by side.
There was an indescribable harmony to them.
They looked both like siblings and like lovers.
A long-lost flutter, as if she had returned to her girlhood, mixed with the thrill of an illicit affair in a foreign country, quietly spread through her blood. "Ding."
The elevator stopped on the first floor.
The two walked out one after the other, always maintaining an