"Why haven't I seen other friends?"
The habit of drinking things at night, Cardon found somewhat difficult to refute.
However, Fu Qian's follow-up words surprised him and finally he couldn't help expressing skepticism.
"Because they haven't arrived yet."
And the response he received was so carefree. Fu Qian, who put down the kettle, had eyes that revealed a dreamy emptiness and openness.
"...Are you so sure he'll come?"
"Can't you invite someone if you're unsure?"
This rhetorical question left Cardon silent, and Fu Qian took a sip from his cup.
Hmm... the previous judgment was correct, the taste is actually quite ordinary.
Far less appealing than the cream soup made by Lady Lucy, let alone the drink prepared for Bernard by Rosetta.
Indeed, though the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, there should still be reciprocation even with water.
