Chris's pov

Music, candlelight, wine, looking at the bustling night scene, blowing the warm wind at night, I am in a good mood.

At this moment, I really feel like a princess in fairy tales, and everything is so perfect.

"Uncle, how long will you stay in America?"

Kenneth took a graceful sip of a wine glass. "How long do you want me to stay?"

"I hope to see you every day."

"Cheers, as you wish."

"Cheers."

The wine glasses collided and we smiled at each other.

Halfway through the meal, Kenneth suddenly answered a phone call. He got up and wanted to leave. "Chris, I have something to take...