"Are these flowers for me?" Whitemane asked with a smile, seemingly pleased to see Unas's discomfiture.
Unas gave a wry smile, gently handed over the bouquet, and shamelessly launched into a fierce attack. "This is the first time I've given flowers to a girl. I hope you like them."
"Is this your first time? This is a little different from what I've heard." Whitemane took the bundle of fire and brought it to his nose to smell it.
Unas's heart skipped a beat. He had indeed given Enya Xingyu a bouquet of wildflowers during the negotiations. Who had such a big mouth to spread this kind of thing?
Actually, he misunderstood someone. Human nature is to gossip, and this kind of juicy gossip is more attractive than the heroic legend of the Demon Slayer.
Seeing that the silver-haired beauty was a little unhappy, he quickly tried to salvage the situation. "I misspoke. This is the first time I've given flowers to a girl I like."
"Really? You like me?" Whitemane immediately retorted.
In his haste to salvage the situation, Unas made a slip of the tongue, leaving him speechless. He steeled himself and decided to go with the flow. "Yes, I like you!"
The moment the confession was made, the whispers of the surrounding passersby stopped abruptly, and all eyes turned to the silver-haired female Priest.
"Oh," Whitemane looked at him quietly, her red lips slightly parted, "I quite like mine too."
"Pfft--" Unas almost spat out his period. Game over. What kind of date was this? He was so full of anticipation, and all he got was an "oh." Was Whitemane's previous advances all an act?
Let's try to think positively, like Ah Q. This answer is better than "You're a good person."
After the two met, the passersby began to gossip, and the scene of Unas's confession being rejected reached its climax, with the buzzing of flies making him a little unbearable.
Most of the men in the audience wore gloating expressions, while the women showed sympathy. One young girl, who recognized him, even shouted, "Lord Unas, she doesn't like you, but I like you!"
Unas was both amused and exasperated, and waved to the girl who had comforted him in gratitude.
Taking a couple of deep breaths to rouse myself, what are these petty romantic setbacks compared to surviving in this strange world?
The gorgeous, form-fitting suit seemed to bind his heart as well. Let go of all the carefulness and flattery, and just be a friend in a straightforward way—it's no big deal!
Having mentally prepared himself, Unas calmed down considerably and deliberately said loudly, "It's too noisy here, let's find a quieter place."
"Okay, where shall we have dinner?" Whitemane looked down and fiddled with her cane, no one could guess what she was thinking.
"It's not dinner time yet, how about we take a walk and chat?"
"Is this your dating plan?" Whitemane looked up, his expression unreadable.
"Yes, the confession was originally planned for after dinner, but things have gone wrong." Unas forced a bitter expression and said frankly.
Whitemane smiled again at his expression, "Then let's proceed according to your plan."
Is there still hope? Unas didn't dare to think too much. He would say the same thing again: open your mind and treat it as making friends. Being obsequious and trying to please others will only make you disliked.
If you were to ask which place in the Monastery is the quietest, besides the cemetery, it would be the library. The two of them had just done something illicit in the cemetery last night, so naturally they wouldn't go there to make a scene.
The Mage Academy of Arcanist Doan occupied most of the library's grounds; the war had driven this high-ranking mage to this place.
Mages are a scarce resource wherever they go, so the adults immediately emptied most of the library to help him establish Mage Academy to cultivate the Monastery's magical power.
However, the threshold for Arcane is very high. To become a mage, one must not only have talent but also a strong learning ability. Therefore, since its inception, Du'an has only recruited about ten apprentices.
With so few people occupying such a large space, it naturally felt deserted and quiet, and the slightly chilly weather made it seem even more desolate and bleak.
Unas and Whitemane strolled side by side on the lawn in front of the library, chatting about trivial things.
"Why don't we go inside and read a book?" Whitemane suddenly suggested, seemingly tired of the pointless chatter.
"I'm not qualified to enter the library yet. Once I officially join the Silver Hand, I'll definitely come to read every day." Unas was eager to learn more about Azeroth, so he had come once before, only to be turned away.
Do you enjoy reading?
"Yes, my greatest interest is reading." Unas said it all very well, but in reality, he just liked reading wish-fulfillment novels.
Whitemane nodded, not continuing the topic. She slightly raised her hands, as if stretching, and said, "Why does time seem to pass so slowly?"
"Slow?" The cheesy words that slipped out of his mouth gave Unas goosebumps. "I wish it could go on even slower. I wish tonight could last as long as ten thousand years."
"On the contrary, I wish tonight would be as fleeting as a shooting star." Whitemane scratched his fair arm, seemingly genuinely disgusted by the sweet talk, and his reply was as icy as ever.
"Though meteors are fleeting, the beauty of that moment will forever remain in people's hearts." Seeing that things were not going well, Unas started rambling again.
"I misspoke, it wasn't a shooting star, it should be like—" Whitemane suddenly stammered, "Anyway, it was very short!"
"You are so heartless."
"Snort!"
The conversation was impossible to continue. Unas looked up at the dim sky at a 45-degree angle, and it seemed as if a wisp of smoke had grazed his eyes. His heart was colder than the autumn wind. Autumn really was a season for heartbreak.
As darkness fell completely, Unas and Whitemane sat facing each other, staring at each other intently, in a small tavern in the Residential District.
There were no recreational facilities in the Monastery, let alone a fine restaurant. Following Erigor's suggestion, Unas chose this relatively clean little tavern, far away from their usual haunted place filled with male hormones.
But who knows who leaked the news, or maybe they were just being too high-profile? In any case, this usually quiet little bar was packed with people, but not noisy. On such a boring day, it was rare to have some gossip, and those gathered here were probably just bored people who wanted to eavesdrop on the rest of their date.
"Why did you choose this restaurant?" Whitemane, somewhat dissatisfied with the environment, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.
Unas, too lazy to explain, resigned himself to the situation. "The hotel is on the second floor. We can go up and 'rest' after we finish eating."
"You—shameless!" Whitemane nearly pointed at his nose.
The relationship that the two had finally managed to reconcile now seems to be heading back to the state of "shameless scoundrel" and "stinky woman".
However, someone stepped in to smooth things over just in time.
"Isn't this Sister Sally and Unas?" A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Darian, with blond hair, walked in. "You're eating here too, what a coincidence!"
Damn it, it was you, you bastard, who betrayed me!