Lilith was very gentle with Jiang Han. Perhaps because they both had younger sisters, they naturally grew a little closer.
Or perhaps it was because Jiang Han was 145 centimeters tall, allowing this great witch, who was only a little over 150 centimeters herself, to finally find someone shorter than her, making her especially affectionate.
It was like in Crusader Kings—everyone was one of the Seven Crusader Virtues. Though they had never met, they were already kindred brothers from different fathers and mothers... ah, sisters.
This was already the second powerful short witch I've met. The first was Lin Zhaojun, and the second is Lilith. My friends list is a little terrifying... Jiang Han watched Lilith sit naturally beside her. This old-fashioned witch carried a faint scent of incense.
She turned her head and happened to meet Lilith's gaze. The great witch's sapphire-blue eyes seemed to be burning, making it hard to look away after one glance.
Noticing that they had held each other's gaze for a little too long, Jiang Han took the initiative to look away and said with a smile:
"Looking people in the eyes always makes me a little nervous."
"Me too," Lilith said calmly.
Without paying much attention to Jiang Han's eyes, the great witch asked:
"Are you from South City?"
"Yes, I was born in South City. It's a wonderful, magical city." Jiang Han let out a breath, then asked in return, "What about you, Miss Li? Where are you from?"
"Just call me Lilith. I was born in Fog City," she answered.
"Fog City?" Jiang Han turned to stare at Lilith in surprise. Her black hair was wholly characteristic of a Chinese person, and her features were exquisite without any foreign air to them—except for her eyes. But witches in this world had