Luo Chuan watched the elven girl disappear from view, wondering how the conversation had somehow taken such a strange turn in the end.
But he quickly stopped dwelling on it, because Yao Ziyan had returned.
The tavern door was pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in.
Her long purple hair had first been left loosely draped, then simply braided, with the hair by her cheeks tucked behind her ears, revealing her fair, slender neck. The collar of her moonlight-colored clothes exposed collarbones like fresh snow at the start of winter.
The dress cinched at her waist outlined its delicate, slender curve. Pale blue moonlight mingled with the somewhat dim yellow streetlamps behind her, making her seem to glow beneath a hazy veil of light.
She smiled, and the night itself seemed to brighten.
"Did you miss me?"
Yao Ziyan came over and sat beside Luo Chuan. She took off her coat and casually draped it behind her, then stretched lazily as though a heavy burden had been lifted. Kicking off the shoes she had worn all day revealed exquisite, tender white toes like lychee flesh. She changed into the slippers she usually wore in the shop, and the feeling of casting off those restraints was wonderfully comfortable.
"No," Luo Chuan answered.
"Hehe." Yao Ziyan gave a few soft snorts through her nose, a meaningful smile on her face. "Then why did someone send me so many messages on Magic Phone?"
"It's been quite a while since I came back. Naturally, I was curious what the shop looked like now." Luo Chuan's expression remained unchanged.
Yao Ziyan said nothing.
She poured herself a cup of warm tea, held it in both hands, and took small sips as she silently watched him.
Sometimes, compared to words, a silent gaze was far