Meng Yier and Kirson made an appointment at eight o'clock in the evening.

At 7:20, she arrived at the agreed restaurant early.

It was forty minutes early.

On the way here, the clear sky was overcast again, and the gray sky began to rain lightly.

In the summer market, the rain always comes and goes.

The rain was like silk, light and thin, without the sound of dripping, more like a cloud of mist, enveloping the entire magnificent sea market.

She ordered a cup of coffee, chose a window seat and sat down, looking at the foggy and rainy scenery outside the window, waiting silently, quiet like a painting.

However, at this moment, her heart is fluctuating and not calm at all.

I thought about how to phrase it in my heart, and rejected Ke Sen's marriage proposal a few days ago so as not to hurt him.

The reason why she didn't reply to him for a few days was because she had too much ambiguity in her heart, and she didn't even know that she might have unknowingly had someone she liked.

But now it's different, after today, she saw her true heart clearly and knew who the person she loved was.

So, she decided to cut through the mess quickly.

At 7:40, Kirson's car stopped in front of the restaurant, and he arrived early.

A gentle drizzle fell on the natural and smooth lines of the body, and the black car showed depth and dignity in the haze.

The driver got out of the car first, held up the umbrella and opened the door for him, and Ke Sen got out of the car elegantly sideways and took the umbrella from the driver's hand.

Ke Sen is ironed in a precious handmade suit without a trace of wrinkles, and between his gestures, he shows nobility and elegance.

She looked at the slender and upright figure holding the umbrella in the hazy rain and mist, and the guilt in her heart became more and more profound.

Ke Sen walked slowly to the door, handed the umbrella to the waiter at the door, and the driver silently drove the car away.

Seeing that Meng Yi'er was already waiting, Ke Sen's gentle and handsome face flashed a trace of surprise, he came early, but he didn't expect her to come earlier, thinking of the news on the Internet in the morning, he suddenly felt a trace of imperceptible panic in his heart.

"Sorry, it's late."

A low, sexy voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Meng Yier looked sideways and saw Ke Sen standing in front of him with a gentle and elegant face with a shallow smile, looking at him, and then showed him a polite smile.

"No, I'm just a little early, sit down......"

Ke Sen sat down slowly across from him calmly and elegantly, staring deeply into Meng Yi'er's eyes, focused and eager, not knowing what he was thinking.

Meng Yi'er was stared at by him inexplicably, and began to be a little overwhelmed, and she didn't know how to speak if she had thought of it in her heart.

Ke Sen beckoned the waiter, and the two ordered, and there was silence again.

Seeing her uneasy look, Ke Sen was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"Xiao Yi, what's the matter with asking me to come today, right?"

"Hmm."

Meng Yi'er nodded, her hands kept twisting the corners of her clothes underneath, and her figure was slightly stiff.

Ke Sen naturally saw that she was uneasy, and his heart, which had always been calm, was also disturbed.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips rose, revealing a perfect arc, and there was no hint of the complexity of his inner thoughts.

"Let me guess what you want to say to me."

Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, she didn't expect him to open her mouth like this, and her eyes looked over with doubts and surprise.

Could it be that Kirson knew she was going to reject him.