By the time the banquet ended, it was already dusk.
Fine, drizzling rain continued its descent, the mist enveloping Mist Rain Lake carried an inexplicable charm.
Lu Ran stood at the main gate of the banquet hall. The cold wind gusting by cleared his mind considerably.
"Rustle~"
From the woods not far away came the sound of leaves brushing against each other.
Lu Ran turned his head to look and vaguely spotted two lithe silhouettes.
Hidden behind the bushes, the two women wore long dresses in yellow and green, each holding a quaint oil-paper umbrella.
"Ah!" The woman in yellow met Lu Ran's gaze and let out a soft cry.
She quickly raised her small hand to cover her mouth.
The torchlight near the banquet hall entrance illuminated Lu Ran's face, accentuating his pitch-black eyes.
"Hurry, hurry." The woman in the yellow dress widened her almond-shaped eyes and pulled her companion along in a panicked escape.
