Late at night, within Mercenary City.
Lan Cai'er sat alone in a tavern, nursing a drink.
She had initially wanted to invite Ye Lingyue for a drink, but failed to find her; her sister often disappeared without notice, and Lan Cai'er had grown used to it, so she went out alone.
Beside her right hand, lay the Red Flame Jiao Whip that Long Baobao had refined for her.
Although young, Long Baobao was cunning and emphasized repeatedly that she should remember to thank Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu… these past few days, Lan Cai'er had been avoiding him.
Especially yesterday, when Ye Lingyue asked her what she thought of Yan Jiu, her heart became unsettled.
Initially, Lan Cai'er felt she disliked Yan Jiu, who was sharp-tongued and often harsh towards her.
But gradually, Lan Cai'er found herself thinking about Yan Jiu more and more.
She was no longer the maiden experiencing her first awakening of love; she was already in her twenties.
