Aien did not sit down. Instead, he walked over to Ye Qiyan like a sunny young man and said apologetically,
"Sorry, I think I scared your little sister."
The corners of Ye Qiyan's mouth lifted slightly, and he raised a hand to pat Shirley's icy-cold hair.
"It's all right. My little sister~ she's just recovered from a serious illness and hasn't had cake in far too long. Hehe, but you don't look like a local."
"I'm from somewhere else. She's just recovered, huh? Congratulations. Um... I don't know whether you'll believe me, but this city will become unsafe very soon, especially at night. Remember to stay away from the city center. It would be best to leave the city as soon as you can."
Ye Qiyan picked up the newspaper, feigning surprise.
"Are you saying the newspaper report about the aging gas pipes that might explode is true?"
"Uh... m-more or less?"
He looked very bad at lying.
Even telling such a tiny lie made his eyes shift evasively.
"Anyway, leave as soon as you can. Believe me, the city will be evacuated very soon. Oh, right! Here, little girl, this is for you. Congratulations on recovering from your illness. Make sure you keep living."
Aien placed a flower in front of Ye Qiyan.
[South Creek Flower (Level 1)] [A flower from a certain low-level platform world. In that world, this flower represents hope.]
It had no special abilities.
It was simply a pure white flower.
Aien grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and waved at Shirley, who had remained silent throughout, before returning to sit opposite the girl named Coilera.
Coilera's gaze swept toward Ye Qiyan. She seemed to sense something odd, yet could not say what was strange.
She blinked, and that sense of oddness