They did not spend much time at the float parade. The figure with pale golden hair paused only briefly before turning to leave.
Ling continued watching the procession calmly, completely unaffected by the cheerful atmosphere of the parade music. The Wandering Night Angel stood with her arms folded, seemingly lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Fang Ran kept secretly checking whether she was angry, still unable to recover from the accident just now.
Did I just pull Queen's hand?
Because he had been absentmindedly remembering Little Queen a second ago, then saw the floats and thought it was like last time, he had instinctively grabbed the hand beside him out of habit.
Thinking back to his startled panic, the pleasant feel of her hand, and his utter helplessness... But what made Fang Ran freeze even more than what he had done was—
He had actually survived unscathed!?
Normally, grabbing the hand of a strange A-rank Upper Tier woman the first time they met was no longer a question of whether it was offensive. It was an exceptionally creative way to seek death.
Honestly, Fang Ran had already been prepared to die heroically just now, but unexpectedly, he had managed to keep living.
He wondered whether Ling had recovered her memories, but quickly dismissed the idea. Even if she had, given how tsundere Ling was, he should have been sent flying several meters by now.
So what exactly was going on?
He kept thinking about it throughout the parade, realizing that he still did not understand what adult Ling was thinking. Then, as he followed her away—
His gaze instinctively fell on the hand beside the hem of her dress again, and a bold thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
What if I pulled it again—
The instant that thought appeared, Fang Ran