You both look much better than you did back then.
At this interesting discovery, Fu Qian adjusted his posture and continued observing the pair on the balcony.
Even at home, both Mr. and Mrs. Leisen were impeccably dressed.
They looked radiant, and their expressions were relaxed, as if they were thoroughly enjoying life.
Not a trace remained of the unease Fu Qian had witnessed before.
That stark contrast made the conversation about to unfold all the more interesting.
Of course, Fu Qian still didn't rush to speak.
"You don't look like you're lost, sir. Are you?"
About five seconds later, the couple on the balcony finally noticed something was amiss.
After exchanging a glance, Mrs. Leisen leaned over the railing and looked down at Fu Qian with some curiosity.
That was more like it.
Quite pleased with her reaction, Fu Qian smiled and shook his head, then looked around with evident admiration.
"I hope I am. That way, I'll never find my way off this street."
At that, Mrs. Leisen visibly froze for a moment, while her husband beside her let out a hearty laugh.
"I'm delighted you like it here so much. If you have time, would you care to come up for a cup of tea?"
"Of course. I'd be delighted."
Fu Qian accepted readily.
Why was he so sure they would invite him?
Appearance mattered.
If he'd looked as he had on his way home—staring blankly, looking lost, and even barefoot—his chances of being invited would have been almost zero.
But as things stood, he'd made a point of getting ready before going out, putting on an outfit Anke had just bought.
A couple who dressed impeccably even at home, and had gone out of their way to enjoy tea on the balcony, were hardly likely