Xia Lun stood where he was and watched White Line disappear around the bend in the staircase. The scent of citrus and coffee beans still lingered in the air.
He suddenly frowned and felt the breast pocket of his shirt. To his surprise, he found a slip of paper inside.
White Line must have slipped it in when she patted his chest.
Xia Lun couldn't help finding it funny. He hadn't expected White Line to use her Sleight of Hand Specialization for something like this.
He took the note from his pocket and quickly read it.
"Xia Lun, this note is a backup. I've written down a few things I didn't get the chance to tell you."
"Players hold several trade gatherings every year. The submarine gathering in the Herno Strait region was only one of them. Here's a list of the other regular gatherings and how to attend: ..."
"Apart from the submarine gathering, which has been suspended for now by the Internal Affairs Department, the Winter Flower Exhibition in January, the Tea Party in April, and the Dream Trade in November are all worth watching. The Players who attend them tend to be more experienced. Some make and sell Voidwood Boxes, and someone might offer an Ashen Pact Record there."
"Oh, and I left some coffee beans in a place you know. I'm sure you'll like the flavor, because I do too~"
That was the end of the note. Beneath the words, White Line, now even smaller, had drawn a cute little emoticon.
Xia Lun stared at it, momentarily at a loss for words. Then warmth stirred in his chest, and he relaxed completely, as though he were basking in the spring sunshine.
*It really is nice to have a teammate I can trust completely. White Line is