With time, Andre's mastery of dark magic had reached impressive heights.
On this last night, Andre really could not help but head to the room where Yue Ran was residing. However, when he approached the door of the chamber, he suddenly felt timid. He had not seen her for a long time. Since their last encounter, she never come to see him again.
As he stood before her door, unease gnawed at him, twisting his insides. Memories of their shared moments flashed in his mind, and he clenched his fists. He endured it again and again, but in the end, he finally lifted a hand and knocked softly, the sound barely echoing in the stillness of the night.
Soft knocks echoed from outside the door, and as the door swung open, Yue Ran was immediately met with the sight of Andre, her night visitor. The moment caught her off guard, but she quickly recovered. She let him in, turned around, and began preparing the tea.
"It's so late into the night," Yue Ran began.
