Glasses? Eyes?

Li Yun stood where he was, watching the girl surnamed Fang weave through the rows of Thrones and gradually make her way over through the crowd.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly unearthed the full answer from his scant memories.

If he remembered correctly, her full name was—Fang Yishu?

She was clearly headed this way, yet there was no sign of panic or hesitation on her face. Instead, she wore the awkward candor of a young person who had been found out and decided to just roll with it, mixed with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Hello again, classmate."

She stopped in front of Li Yun, her tone perfectly natural, as though she had simply run into a genuinely familiar friend. "I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence."

Though she said that, the girl, now wearing a pair of similar nonprescription glasses, had a certain look on her face that said, Got you now, didn't I?

Especially since she had clearly been observing his glasses, or rather, certain traces hidden behind them.

Li Yun more or less understood what was going on.

"Good morning, Miss Fang—looks like you're a guest today as well?"

Though he already knew the answer, he nodded at her in greeting, his tone still mild. "But this is a rather special occasion, and there are a lot of people here. It would be better to be a little more 'careful.'"

Realizing the implication behind this "classmate's" words, especially after having been caught red-handed earlier, the girl finally blushed. She raised a hand to touch her earlobe, where a pair of dangling crystal earrings of unknown origin hung.

Perhaps noticing that they really were getting hot, she admitted somewhat sheepishly, "Sorry, sorry, I was being rash. I've only just learned the basics, and