Immortal Cloud City.
Wen Qingwan and Yu Fang sat at a small square table outside a fairly popular restaurant.
Two steaming bowls of noodle soup sat untouched before them.
The golden broth still bubbled gently and sent curls of medicinal fragrance into the air yet Wen Qingwan hadn't lifted her spoon once.
Yu Fang refused to eat while his young miss wasn't.
He simply stared down into his own delicious bowl of soup and idle chopsticks.
Suddenly Wen Qingwan let out a childish groan.
Her smooth forehead dropped forward onto the polished wooden tabletop.
"I'm going to die a lonely old woman, aren't I…?"
She mumbled into the grain of the wood in a muffled and pitiful voice.
Yu Fang reached over with an awkward smile and gave the top of her head two light pats.
"Don't mind that old hag back there. Besides…"
He paused to choose his words with the care of someone who knew he was terrible at this.
