Just as they were about to pass each other, Lu Yuan suddenly stopped.
"Do you need a light?"
He turned his head and unexpectedly asked the nearby red-haired man in the top hat.
The man seemed taken aback by Lu Yuan's sudden act of kindness. With a cigarette and a bright silver lighter in his hand, he stood still, his burgundy eyes expressing a touch of surprise.
"Do you need a light?" Lu Yuan repeated, his gaze clear and sincere.
"Yes, do you have a light? Thank you."
Finally, the man reacted. He stuffed his bright silver lighter back into his coat pocket and, speaking with an awkward Sum Country accent, readily brought his face closer.
SNAP!
Lu Yuan, having taken his hand from his down jacket pocket, snapped his fingers lightly.
A small flame, jade-green as a fresh oak leaf, sparked between his fingers.
"WOW!" the man gasped in exaggerated surprise, gazing at Lu Yuan incredulously. "Are you a... magician?"
Lu Yuan smiled gently and shook his head. "Not really."
