As the Yun-Han Opera Troupe's opening performance drew closer, Lin Ze, Paimon, and the other friends Yun Jin had invited arrived together.
"Oh my gosh, there are so many people here!"
Holding Guoba in her arms, Xiangling stared at the crowd waiting to enter with tickets in their hands, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
Xiangling hadn't come alone. As the Yun-Han Opera Troupe's star performer, Yun Jin was famous throughout Liyue. Naturally, Chongyun and Xingqiu had come along with Xiangling.
"It seems plenty of people here enjoy opera, too. Art really does transcend boundaries. Language barriers don't change that."
Xingqiu spoke as he looked at the bustling crowd before them.
Chongyun looked at the long line outside the entrance, checked the time, and sighed with relief. "Good thing we left early. With a line like this, we might not even get inside before Yun Jin starts performing."
"Oh, Chongyun, you're worrying too much."
Someone lightly tapped Chongyun's left shoulder. He instinctively looked back to his left, only to hear a familiar, bright voice behind him on his right.
"Good evening, everyone~"
Hu Tao sprang out from behind Chongyun with a grin and waved at them.
"Phew, I finally caught up with you."
Xiangling's eyes lit up at the sight of Hu Tao. "Hu Tao? What are you doing here? Didn't you say you were staying to watch the shop tonight? If we'd known you were coming, we'd have called you when we left."
"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I did plan to watch the shop, since quite a few customers have been coming to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor at night lately. But then I saw you were all coming to the opera, and staying there alone sounded so boring. Our name's already out there anyway, and missing one day's