"Your technique could have been a little better. Then today would have been perfect."
Bronya complained.
Zhao Bai was speechless. There was nothing he could say, because it was true. His terrible technique had indeed ruined the perfect atmosphere of the day.
Bronya smiled.
He actually took it seriously. How interesting.
At the very end, Bronya spread her arms, her sleeves and skirt billowing in the wind. Zhao Bai understood at once and handed her the sash, carefully wrapping it around her waist—not too loose, not too tight—perfectly outlining the girl's slender figure.
Once he was finished, Zhao Bai tucked the comb into his clothes.
Something this precious definitely could not be used for fighting or cooking. He planned to treasure it forever; after all, it became very compact when folded.
When he grew old and told his children love stories, this would be the best piece of evidence.
They held hands and came down from the rooftop.
Bronya planned to take a walk down the street, as though declaring her claim. Zhao Bai cooperated without a word. They chatted, mainly about Seele's enrollment. It was the little everyday exchanges that deepened feelings the most.
"Seele's enrollment has all been taken care of, right?"
"That's right."
Zhao Bai could not help asking, "By the way, before you prepared all this, you drove everyone in the house away. Where did they all go?"
"Who cares?"
Zhao Bai was somewhat surprised by that answer. Bronya had not been like this before.
Whatever.
After all the fuss, the sun had long since sunk toward the west. Moonlight cast a cool glow, but it was not particularly noticeable. Tonight was clearly a night dominated by stars. The sky over the Far East was filled with starlight, like a silent choir, and it could not