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Candlelit dinner, red wine, roses, diamonds—it could be considered the standard for a perfect anniversary, except for Xia Lu, this day was not just about the simplicity of their first meeting.
She reached out and touched the precious jewelry around her neck, feeling as though it weighed a thousand catty.
What they talked about afterward, she couldn't quite remember, only that she drank wine, felt groggy, and after dinner, she got into Zhou Mingchen's car and they went home together.
She must have drunk too much because she felt light and floaty, and even Zhou Mingchen's voice seemed exceptionally gentle as it reached her ears. What's more, when he dropped her off at her bedroom door, he even leaned down and gave her forehead a light peck.
"Get some rest early." He said then turned and walked away.
