8 PM.
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu sat side by side on a park bench by the river, each holding a cup of milk tea, quietly watching the river.
"So I actually fell for a beauty trap too?"
After a while, Zhao Yu asked with self-mockery.
Mu Qiu didn't really know what to say, rubbed her milk tea cup a few times, and stayed silent.
Silence returned.
In early May in Yun City, the evenings were still a bit chilly, especially by the river.
The wind blew towards them, disheveling Mu Qiu's loose hair, making the ends move slightly, falling across her chest.
Her clothes were draped over her legs, and she held a cup of hot milk tea that was about to cool down without drinking it.
It took a while for her to speak up hoarsely: "Sorry."
"Sorry for what? Why are you sorry?" Zhao Yu rolled her eyes dramatically.
"I feel sorry for you, though. I happily found a boyfriend to treat you to a meal, but he had an agenda."
