The concert had come to an acceptable close. Everything else was no longer a problem. The only thing still requiring some consideration was the team's upcoming itinerary.
Most crucially, where would the sixth Return Journey Concert be held?
Logically, there should at least have been an annual plan, but the fact was that nothing had been decided yet—proof of Wei Su Yi's willfulness.
Then again, at this stage, Wei Su Yi really was somewhat unable to act of her own accord.
She could accomplish one thing after another and win victory after victory, but the long-term trend and direction were still arranged and driven by higher-level forces represented by the Ruin and Fall System.
After arriving at the hotel where the team was staying and doing a little tidying up, Ronan went to Wei Su Yi's luxurious suite.
Her manager, Hametz, and her personal assistant, Po Man, were both there, apparently discussing the upcoming itinerary.
Wei Su Yi seemed to have just showered. She wore comfortable loungewear, her hair still slightly damp, and reclined in a soft chair beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond them, rain continued to fall, while the city lights bled into the wet night.
Seeing Ronan enter, she greeted him first, entirely unabashed:
"Dry my hair... They came too hurriedly."
"Ah, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Under Hametz's glare, Po Man braced herself and tried to take on the task.
Yet neither Wei Su Yi nor Ronan paid her any attention.
Ronan walked straight behind the chair and gently gathered Wei Su Yi's thick hair curtain. He used no tool, merely stroked it with his hand. The moisture gathered away at once, leaving her hair fresh without making it dry. His control was impeccable.
The favor was essentially done, yet Ronan did not immediately let go.