Chuzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Night Color hid half of her face in shadow: "What are you doing here?"
"Just passing by." The boy answered quite obediently: "Besides, what does it matter to you where I am?"
"It will matter in the future." Chuzheng muttered.
"What did you say?" The boy didn't catch it and asked again.
"Nothing."
Chuzheng turned her head and walked forward, pondering whether to seize the opportunity to abduct the person.
Chuzheng heard the noise of someone getting off the carriage behind her, followed by the boy catching up in a few steps to walk alongside her.
Chuzheng noticed that the boy was draped in a sleeved cloak, matching the patterns inside, exuding an air of refined elegance.
"You haven't cleaned my Colosseum yet."
"I gifted you a dragon, can't that settle it?" In the middle of the night, you bring this up? Does it make sense? Do I look like someone who would help you clean the Colosseum?
