"Where was this? How had she ended up here?" Lu Qingqing was baffled, but no matter how hard she thought, she could not figure it out.
The only thing she could be certain of was that she was hungry, and she had some loose silver in her pocket to spend.
With a belly full of questions, Lu Qingqing called over the Shop Assistant. In the end, however, she asked nothing and merely ordered a few dishes. Her tastes leaned light, with only one meat dish.
As she thought, she observed her surroundings. At the table opposite sat a man with an imposing bearing and a dignified air, dressed in spotless white robes and carrying a snow-white sword.
This man, white as fresh snow, immediately caught Lu Qingqing's attention. He was impossible not to notice.
What drew Lu Qingqing was not merely his appearance, but also his expression. He seemed just as lost and confused as she was.
Could it be that he doesn't know who he is either? Lu Qingqing wondered.
The dishes were brought out one after another, and Lu Qingqing began to eat. At the very least, she needed to fill her stomach first. As she ate, an inexplicable thought arose in her heart: she very much did not want the young man in white across from her to leave. Even she found the feeling strange.
She had only eaten halfway when the inn's doors were suddenly kicked open. A wild wind rushed in from outside, carrying sand into the room and soiling many people's meals.
The dim red twilight cast several silhouettes across the inn's old floorboards.
Everyone in the inn was startled and turned toward the entrance, sensing that the newcomers meant trouble. At least five people stood at the door, and no one knew how