The banquet hall was styled like a Western palace, with bright yellow-white walls and ceilings and a thick cashmere carpet covering the floor. Beneath the hall's soft lights, Song Tingting, dressed in a pale pink gown in an ancient Chinese style, looked gentle and radiant, like a young lady stepping out of the water towns of ancient Jiangnan.
Even Chen Shouyi couldn't help but lose himself for a moment. Fortunately, it was over in a flash, and he quickly came back to his senses.
"What a coincidence. Someone gave me an invitation, so I came to take a look."
Song Tingting's heart filled with delight, and she didn't even wonder how he had gotten an invitation.
She hadn't planned to come tonight. But after dinner, she'd excitedly gone to see her senior, only to find he wasn't home. After her parents urged her again and again—and because she really was curious about the mysterious martial artists—she'd come along.
She hadn't expected to see her senior here.
"Is this your girlfriend?" the young woman beside them asked with a smile, covering her mouth.
"No, she's my neighbor," Chen Shouyi said.
The young woman glanced at Song Tingting and gave a knowing "Oh."
Song Tingting's bright eyes dimmed a little, but soon she clenched her fists in secret and cheered herself up again. She believed that if she worked hard, it was only a matter of time.
Chen Shouyi didn't explain further. He turned to Song Tingting and asked, "Did you come alone?"
"I came with my dad. He tricked me into coming. It's so boring here. I'm glad I ran into you, Senior." Song Tingting smiled shyly.
Following her subtle gaze, Chen Shouyi looked toward a group of middle-aged and elderly people, some of them a little portly, chatting in the