Eastsea City, outside the Blacksmith Association.
Mu Xi linked arms with Yuanen Yehui and walked out excitedly. The afternoon sun spilled across the street, stretching their shadows long.
An Lan glanced up at the sky. The sun was already sinking in the west; it was about four in the afternoon.
All things considered, the day's itinerary had been packed nearly wall to wall.
They had set out from Shangling City early that morning and spent four hours speeding along in a mecha. After arriving in Eastsea City, Na'er had spent a full three hours eating at a seafood restaurant. Once lunch was over, the group had hurried straight to the Blacksmith Association without stopping.
"Three fifty-five." Mu Xi pulled out her Soul Guidance Communicator and glanced at it. Her delicate brows instantly knitted together, and her face filled with worry.
She'd promised her dad they would bring everyone home for dinner that evening. The timing was awkward, and she didn't know what to do.
After a moment's thought, she turned to the three beside her. "We've been on the go all day. Are you hungry? Should we grab something to tide us over?"
As soon as she finished speaking, An Lan and Yuanen Yehui reflexively turned their eyes toward Na'er.
Na'er bristled at once and snapped, "Why are you looking at me? I just ate lunch. How could I be hungry already?"
She touched her little belly, feeling as if her entire character had been insulted. So what if she had a slightly better appetite than other people? Why were they all looking at her like that?
Indignant, she declared with great resolve, "I, Na'er, would sooner starve to death and jump off the Blacksmith Association building than eat another bite right now!"
Mu Xi had no idea why Na'er