"..."
Silent for a moment, then silent again, and silent once more.
Fernan was at a loss.
In the Seven Cities over the years, there have been numerous encounters and negotiations filled with dual-faced, deceitful interactions; false concern and malicious curses and accusations are countless, but this kind of straightforward and sincere expression is a first.
It's just a simple greeting, but it seems Ji Jue truly cares whether I've eaten.
Do you want me to fix a bowl of noodles for you if you haven't eaten?
"No need, I've already—"
Fernan was about to politely decline when he heard a pop sound as Ji Jue opened a bottle of wine, and immediately handed him a glass gracefully.
"Then have a drink."
"..."
Fernan looked down at the glass, then raised his eyes to see Ji Jue's fruit plate set on the table.
Watching him attentively.
