We wanted to return to the original room, the back kitchen Ye Jinghong had mentioned.
But when we retreated, we found ourselves not in the back kitchen, but in a courtyard.
The courtyard was filled with blooming flowers. Not far away stood a swing, and a woman sat on it, swaying through the air.
She wore a pale yellow, thin silk dress, barefoot, with a floral crown on her head and long hair flowing freely.
She had an oval face, willow-leaf brows, almond eyes—the very image of an Oriental beauty. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, and the dress, which vaguely revealed her skin, was enough to stir one's heart.
I was certain I had never seen this woman before.
For a moment, I found myself staring in fascination.
"Hmph, not a single man is any good." Ye Jinghong's words snapped me back to my senses.
Xu Qiuyan asked softly, "Who is she?"
I gave a wry smile and shrugged. "Who knows? I don't know her either."
Conan said from the side, "It seems your focus is off. Shouldn't you be thinking about why we ended up here and how we can get back? Aren't you worried about your two companions?"
Of course I was worried, but this so-called castle was clearly a labyrinth.
Even Ye Jinghong had no idea how she had stumbled in. In any case, returning to the restaurant where we had been earlier seemed impossible now.
We slowly approached the swing. I wanted to ask the woman where this place was and why there was such a labyrinth here.
The woman seemed utterly unaware of our arrival. Even when we reached the swing, she showed no reaction.
She seemed immersed in the dance of the swing.
"Hello," I said.
The woman finally looked at us, a smile