First Frost - Zhu Yi [ENGLISH TRANSLATION]

Chapter 2

It's been many years since they'd last met and contacted each other. Her impression of him was so vague that she had almost forgotten his existence.

Almost.

It's hard to forget when the last conversation they'd had had turned out so unpleasantly.

They weren't in a relationship where he would approach her and help her when she was in trouble.

The first thought that came to her mind was, He must've mistaken me for someone else.

However, another thought came to her mind.

It could also be possible that Sang Yan had gradually matured and broadened his mind in recent years. Maybe he'd let bygones be bygones? It was simply a polite gesture to a former schoolmate he just met.

Wen Yifan regained her thoughts. She handed him his coat with doubts and curiosity in her eyes.

Sang Yan didn't take it as his eyes ignored her hands. Slowly, he muttered, "I'm the owner of this bar."

Wen Yifan's hand froze. She was stunned.

For a moment, she was dumbfounded.

Is he introducing himself?

Or is he showing off that he's doing well now, becoming a boss at such a young age?

She was distracted and recalled what Zhong Siqiao had said previously under such circumstances.

——"The owner of this bar is said to be 'The Icon' of the Depraved Street."

She couldn't resist glancing at his face several times.

His black hair, defined brows, and pitch-black eyes were even more grim-looking under the lights.

His rebellious vibe back in those days was gone, his youthful facial features had grown distinctively masculine. He had a tall and thin figure, his black attire couldn't hold back his effortless arrogance.

He was 'The Icon'.

He seemed to live up to that title.

Sang Yan muttered again, catching her attention.

"My surname is Sang."

"......"

Why is he telling me his surname?

Suddenly, realization clicked in. Oh, he didn't recognize me. He's just introducing himself.

Understanding the situation better, Wen Yifan calmly replied, "Is there something?"

"My apologies. Due to our mistake, we have caused you trouble and inconvenience." Sang Yan said, "Miss, if you need anything, please do not hold back to tell us. Besides, your bill tonight is on us, I hope your mood isn't ruined because of our mistake."

He was addressing her as "Miss", but Wen Yifan felt that she wasn't respected.

His tone of speech was still the same. He spoke slowly and lazily, and he sounded coldly annoying.

Wen Yifan shook her head and politely replied, "No, it's fine."

Sang Yan's furrowed brows immediately relaxed, appearing relieved. His tone of speech softened as he nodded, "Then please excuse me."

He left as soon as he finished his sentence.

Wen Yifan was still holding his coat in her hands, she subconsciously called out, "Sang..."

Sang Yan turned.

She realized they were both strangers at the moment when she met his eyes. His name "Yan" remained stuck in her throat.