Zheng Qing watched Jiang Yu's figure disappear at the end of the dining table, and sighed softly.
Then he turned around.
Immediately, he was startled.
What appeared before his eyes were elaborate hats, close at hand.
The witches wore tilted hats adorned with flowers, constantly repeating the process of 'sprouting-budding-blooming' in the dim light. On the brim of some hats stood orioles, larks, or thrushes, stretching their necks and singing melodious tunes.
"Hi~!"
"Good evening, Zheng Qing... or do you prefer being called Teacher?"
Two slightly unfamiliar witches appeared at his left and right, greeting him almost simultaneously. The witch on the left had slightly darker skin, with hair between golden and white, her gaze intense; the witch on the right had sleek black hair, looking brave and strong, yet her words carried a hint of teasing.
"Oh... hello, hello to you both... good evening."
