Night deepened.
Beneath the dim starlight, artificial lights dotted the dark plains, reflecting the stars in the night sky. Countless fireflies drifted slowly by, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the stars had fallen into the mortal world, or the human realm had flown into the heavens.
The Origin Crystal lamps shone brightly yet softly. Through the open window, Steel City's nightscape was clearly visible, prosperity and tranquility intertwining, the myriad faces of life unfolding before their eyes like a film.
The slightly cool evening breeze blew into the room, carrying the unique chill of deep winter. The curtains swayed gently, and light and shadow flowed.
Rustle...
Light-brown tea poured into the cup, splashing up droplets. A misty vapor rose and curled, while several unfurled tea leaves bobbed up and down.
Luo Chuan lifted the cup, blew on it gently, took a small sip, and savored it carefully.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the spoon beside him and added several spoonfuls of honey.
He stirred it a few times, then tasted it again.
He nodded in satisfaction. This time, it tasted much better.
Anno sat primly. After watching Yao Ziyan pour her a cup of tea, she softly thanked her before cradling it in her hands and taking small sips.
Yao Ziyan silently drank her tea.
The sound of the wind, the sound of sipping tea, the rustle of turning pages—such faint sounds seemed especially distinct in this tranquil setting.
"I actually don't belong here," Anno said softly, breaking the silence that had lasted for so long.
Yao Ziyan and Luo Chuan exchanged a glance, seeing the expressions in each other's eyes.
Though neither spoke aloud, their mental world was buzzing with conversation.
*"Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan, did you hear that? Anno said