"Enough, you dummy Mo Xin! Are you trying to attract everyone in the shop?"
Seeing Mo Xin so excited that she was about to blurt out all her questions about Otherworlders in one go, Yunli hurriedly reached out and gently covered Mo Xin's mouth, her tone a bit stern.
"Stop asking, you dummy. Do you think things aren't messy enough?"
Hearing this, the tips of Mo Xin's ears heated up slightly as she realized she had accidentally let her curiosity get the better of her.
She instinctively locked eyes with Yunli, who then let go of her hand.
In the next moment, the two of them turned their heads in unison, their gazes sweeping the surroundings cautiously like searchlights.
However, after their gazes had actually swept across the room, what they saw was not what they had imagined.
People were still coming and going in the café, but it was as if a mute button had been pressed; everyone was immersed in their own break time.
Some were sipping coffee, some were typing on computers, and some were staring blankly out the window.
No one's gaze lingered because of their commotion, as if they had a tacit agreement to remain indifferent to the noise the two of them made.
On the contrary, the atmosphere in the shop felt even more relaxed and cozy than before, with the air carrying a sweet warmth, as if even the sunlight had grown gentler.
Mo Xin nudged Yunli gently with her elbow, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her voice.
"Master Yunli, don't you feel like the atmosphere in the shop has become much more harmonious than before we arrived?"
"How should I know?"
She gently slapped Mo Xin's hand away, her tone filled with helplessness.
Yunli raised an eyebrow and couldn't help rolling her eyes.
She wasn't some Magic Conch; why was she being asked everything?
As for Mo Xin's question, Robin, who had been quietly listening, looked up slightly, her voice like a passing breeze.
"Everyone is enjoying their own quiet time, so you don't need to worry too much now. You can speak freely."
Her fingertips gently tapped the tabletop, an action carrying a soul-soothing power.
The moment Robin's words fell, they immediately drew the attention of the two girls back.
Although Robin hadn't said it explicitly, Yunli, who had heard of such things, quickly understood the underlying meaning.
She carefully observed the unusually warm atmosphere in the shop and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Is this the power of Harmony?"
"Eh? What? What Harmony? Master Yunli, what are you talking about?"
Mo Xin, the only one not on the same wavelength as the other two, continued to gaze blankly at the subtle changes around her.
She completely failed to understand their exchange.
Seeing this, Robin couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckle, gentle ripples appearing in her eyes.
"Mo Xin is truly adorable."
"Let me explain."
Robin raised her hand slightly, her fingertips tapping the rim of her coffee cup.
"People who come to a café at this time, no matter their purpose, all harbor a common expectation—to find a moment of peace during a brief respite. I have tuned those around us through the resonance of Harmony, much like adding a soft melody to a noisy movement. Simply put, it's to let everyone enjoy their break more freely. Therefore, people naturally shift their attention away from us, as if guided by an invisible tacit understanding, allowing everyone to naturally immerse themselves in their own silence."
Seeing Mo Xin's confused face, and to accommodate her, Robin explained the situation in the most straightforward way.
Mo Xin listened and nodded half-comprehendingly, a general outline forming in her mind.
During this process, she inadvertently noticed a subtle change in Robin's voice.
Gentle and delicate tones had quietly blended into that ethereal and clear voice, like a spring breeze with a hidden affinity, gently brushing over her heart and making her unconsciously feel at ease and warm.
This caused Mo Xin's originally excited heart to settle down subtly and unknowingly.
At this moment, Mo Xin also completely confirmed Miss Robin's identity as an Otherworlder.
This ingenious ability was simply breathtaking!
Seeing this, she couldn't help poking Master Yunli, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.
"Master Yunli, since you knew Miss Robin's identity, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Yunli, who had just been repelled by the bitterness of the coffee, frowned and grumbled dissatisfiedly.
"You didn't ask. Besides, how was I supposed to know she knew Stelle and the others too? Should I say, 'As expected of Stelle and her group'?"
Yunli (´-﹏-`;): 'Ugh... so gross. I definitely still prefer skewers.'
"Haha, sorry. Coffee is indeed a bit early for children."
Seeing Yunli push away the coffee with a look of disgust, Robin couldn't help but chuckle.
As she spoke, she thoughtfully pushed over another cup of hot milk she had ordered in advance.
But Yunli, with a dark face, glared at the steaming white liquid and grumbled irritably,
"Hey! Don't treat me like a little brat either, okay!"
"Mhm."
Robin nodded slightly and gave a soft response.
She maintained an elegant and dignified smile, the curve of her lips just right—not appearing forced, yet exuding a composed aura.
"Hmph—"
Seeing this, Yunli curled her lips in dissatisfaction and turned her head away, looking as though she "didn't care at all."
That said, despite being stubborn as a mule, Yunli's peripheral vision remained fixed on the cup in front of her.
But considering the boast she had just made, she forced herself not to reach out, though her eyes clearly hid a trace of imperceptible longing.
Especially when Yunli felt those emerald eyes staring at her playfully without blinking.
Her petite and adorable face became flushed, as if dyed by the evening sunset.
The other's occasional sips of coffee made Yunli feel as though her cheeks were being roasted over a fire, burning hot.
Robin: (^▽^)
Yunli: (ᗜ ˰ ᗜ)
The two remained in a stalemate for a moment, the air filled with unspoken tension.
Feeling the lingering bitterness on the tip of her tongue, Yunli's brow unconsciously tightened.
In the end, she candidly took the milk and gulped down a large mouthful.
As her throat moved, that bitterness seemed to transform into a hint of sweetness.
"Hah—"
Yunli (๑꒪▿꒪)*: 'It's good~'