Fu Manman watched the two walking ahead, side by side, her gaze soft, filled with warmth and affection.
Moments like these were becoming increasingly rare for her.
She cherished them, but there was an inexplicable sense of heaviness, making her feel somewhat distracted.
At a certain street corner, she suddenly sensed a gaze, or rather, a kind of call directed at her.
She turned her head and saw, not far away in an open-air teahouse, a swordsman dressed in hemp-colored attire and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sipping tea.
It's him!
Fu Manman paused slightly, then said to Luo Qingyao and Zhuge Hong,
"I'm going to buy something, I'll find you both later."
The two in her heart didn't think much of it, "Then we'll go over to the square to watch the fireworks first!"
"Alright! I'll be right there."
Fu Manman turned back and walked into the open-air teahouse, sitting across from the swordsman.
