The waiter took the exquisite menu and left, and the large private suite instantly fell silent, with only the sound of the air conditioner blowing cold air.
Anna turned her head to look outside the window. The large glass window faced west, and at this time, the sun was setting in West City. The west was dyed red by the sunset, painting half the sky red.
The sunset was beautiful, but it was already nearing dusk, just like her and Connor Osborne's five years of marriage, which appeared calm and peaceful, seemingly blissful, but in reality was already on the brink of death.
"It seems I've never watched the sunset with you before." Connor spoke beside her, "I've heard it's beautiful here, so I brought you."
Anna smiled, her smile exceedingly bitter, and she softly said, "The sunset is beautiful, but seeing it once is enough. Our five years of marriage are just like this beautiful sunset."
