"What's wrong?" Phainon looked at the two of them in confusion. "What are you looking at?"
"Hmm, nothing." Cyrene smiled sweetly. "I just... suddenly felt a strange connection?"
As she spoke, she winked at Yan Huan, as though hinting at something.
"Oh!" Cyrene said to Phainon.
"Why do you still have leaves in your hair? Did you fall asleep in a tree again, or in the wheat field? Clean yourself up before you go out."
Phainon plucked the leaf from his hair and said helplessly,
"I'm all grown up. You're the only one who still treats me like a child..."
"Are you?" Cyrene smiled. "You may be taller than me, but when it comes to maturity, I'm far ahead of you."
"Daydreaming about heroic tales and imagining yourself as one of the characters isn't something an adult would do."
Cyrene looked at Yan Huan. "Don't you agree?"
"And since you're playing along with him again... who are you supposed to be today?"
"Hello, I'm the village chief." Yan Huan shook Cyrene's hand warmly.
"If you need anything in the village, please don't tell me."
"The village chief?" Cyrene laughed.
"Then can I apply to grow some valuable crops in the village?"
"Of course not." Yan Huan smiled.
"Oh, all right." Cyrene shrugged.
"Why have you changed roles again? Not long ago, you were a hero who'd drifted here from a foreign land and made a pact with Phainon to study swordsmanship..."
"All right, all right, stop teasing me," Phainon interrupted.
"Weren't we going to look at the Oracle cards? We haven't played the divination game in ages. What made you think of it today?"
"That's just what I was going to tell you." Cyrene smiled calmly.
"Not long ago, I was having a lovely nap on the swing, and I