Travel Notes: Forming a Group to Hang Out on the Eve of the Operation Had to Be Some Kind of Mistake (Part 1)

Remembering the words spoken by that figure before she jumped, her quiet, elegant silhouette remained vivid against the lights of the night.

Fang Ran sat alone on the edge of the hotel rooftop for a long time. In the night of the 7th Arrondissement, he gazed at the Eiffel Tower and remembered how, as a child, he had once imagined jumping from there.

A voice, huh.

Paris in October, the night breeze was slightly cool.

Lost in thought, Fang Ran muttered to himself, then cracked a smile. Blinking his dark eyes, he smiled as Hugin and Munin circled through the night sky, confirming that there apparently wasn't anyone who needed his help tonight.

He stretched comfortably, then flipped himself off the rooftop where he had been sitting.

"Mm! This sweetness—these macarons taste amazing!"

In the room of the multi-person business suite below, Qing Ning, a devoted sweet tooth, took a pink macaron from a shopping bag and bit into it. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"Told you! Pierre Hermé macarons are incredible!"

Tang Bing pulled pudding, yogurt, canelés, and traditional French quatre-quarts cake from another huge shopping bag, looking smug as if to say, Of course they are.

"Senior Tang Bing, you're so good at shopping."

After opening a box of chocolate spread and trying some, Qing Ning found that it truly had the soft, sweet-but-not-cloying texture Tang Bing had described. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

The bags spread across the table were filled with all kinds of French snacks and famous local pastries. Tang Bing had bought all of them after leading Qing Ning, who had had no idea where they were going, skillfully in and out of shop after shop.

Otherwise, left to herself, Qing Ning guessed that just like before, she would have ended up with