Luo Chuan looked at Yao Ziyan.
Those violet eyes were like a lake hidden deep within a forest, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, crystal-clear and translucent.
Now, only his reflection remained within them.
Under Luo Chuan's gaze, Yao Ziyan gradually grew embarrassed, a faint cherry-blossom pink blooming across her skin.
The sounds around them vanished. Time froze at that moment, as though heaven and earth contained only the two of them.
"Ten Spirit Crystals. The boss seems especially fond of this price."
"A price of Ten Spirit Crystals is within the range most customers can accept. If it were any more expensive, hardly anyone would buy it."
Bu Lige and Bu Shiyi's conversation suddenly drifted over from nearby.
Frozen time began to flow once more, and the world returned to normal with it.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Yao Ziyan's voice carried a smile, her eyes clear as water.
"Can't I look?"
"Sure, sure. Look for however long you want."
Nearby, Bu Lige and Bu Shiyi heard the exchange and could not help looking toward the counter.
Bu Lige smacked his lips, poked Bu Shiyi's arm, and lowered his voice. "Did you see that?"
Bu Shiyi rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I did. It's not like there's anything wrong with my eyes."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The sour stink of romance."
"Bu Lige, you don't seem that young anymore either."
"Sis, if you put it that way, you're older than I am." Bu Lige blurted out.
Silence lingered for several seconds, and the temperature seemed to drop considerably.
Seeing Bu Shiyi's face turn cold, Bu Lige's experience made him react at once. "Sorry. I was wrong."
After shooting Bu Lige another glare, Bu Shiyi once again turned her gaze toward Luo Chuan and Yao