After dinner, Jiang Han rubbed her belly, thinking with both comfort and sorrow:
If I keep eating like this every day, it feels like I'll put the weight back on soon.
Beside her, her younger sister Jiang Zhenling had her eyes closed as well, breathing softly, a trace of contentment amid her calm. She opened one eye to look at her sister, thought for a little while, then said:
"Your casual dress is very pretty."
She had held that one short sentence in for several days before finally saying it... Jiang Han's lips curled upward slightly, revealing a sweet smile. "Thank you."
"I booked barbecue for Monday night. Want to come eat with me?" Zhenling extended another invitation.
Appointments were a rather important part of witch socializing. In theory, even if a great witch wanted to invite you for tea, she had to arrange it several days in advance if possible; she couldn't simply have a sudden whim and ask you out... Of course, in practice, if a great witch really did suddenly decide to invite someone, most witches would still gladly go.
"I have work on Monday," Jiang Han said regretfully.
Zhenling's gaze rested on her face. After several more seconds of silence, she said, "Tuesday?"
Such a persistent little sister... Jiang Han recalled what her sister had been like in her previous life. Back then, she had been a woman who persevered tirelessly while knowing how to adapt with subtle flexibility. So Jiang Han nodded and replied with a smile:
"Tuesday it is. Do I need to bring anything? Wine, or a gift?"
"...Just bring yourself." Zhenling covered half her face with one hand and sighed. "Don't you have any idea what your alcohol tolerance is? Last time you drank beer at home, you started falling asleep after