"Did you eat all of this?"
The spread on the table was so lavish that Fu Qian turned to look at Violetta.
"Mm!"
The little girl nodded briskly, her eyes practically glued to the table.
Fu Qian very sensibly stepped aside and let her return to her seat.
After climbing onto the chair, she eagerly grabbed a pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Where did all this come from?"
Fu Qian stared in disbelief as Violetta dug in.
This was nothing like he'd imagined!
Night, lightning, pouring rain, no way forward, forced to stay at an inn, and suspicious people outside trying to abduct her.
Wouldn't she normally be huddled by the bed, hugging her knees and trembling?
But the room didn't look gloomy and miserable at all. It was more like a birthday party.
He'd thought his own dinner was decent enough, but compared to this, it was so meager he wanted to scrape it back out of his throat.
"This is dinner."
Violetta seemed puzzled by Fu Qian's question.
"They asked me what I wanted to eat, so I told them. Then they brought it to me."
The difference in treatment was ridiculous!
Fu Qian shook his head and sighed at the ceiling.
"I thought you came here to find your mom."
"I did, but Mom also said dessert is the best thing in the world, and if you come across some, you shouldn't pass it up."
Ha... Fair enough.
Fu Qian let the subject drop and politely turned down the cupcake Violetta offered him.
"Did your mom tell you where you could find her?"
"...Yes."
Violetta carefully dried her hands, then opened a small bag and gently poured out its contents.
Fu Qian narrowed his eyes. There were only two things: a palm-sized black-and-white photograph and