The dining room was quiet except for the gentle clinking of chopsticks against porcelain bowls.
A fragrant steam rose from the dishes spread across the table, steamed fish drizzled with herbs, and a pot of clear soup.
Zhao Tian is sitting between the sisters, and he lifted a piece of fish into his bowl, chewed absently, and then, after a moment, leaned ever so slightly toward Qi Nue.
And he whispered in a low voice "I didn't expect your sister would be joining us for dinner…"
Qi Nue paused, her chopsticks hovering above the soup bowl.
A faint sigh escaped her lips, as if she had already anticipated his question. "…She said she would stay with her friend tonight."
"…To practice alchemy together. I didn't expect her to come home soon."
Zhao Tian let his chopsticks fall against his bowl and leaned a little closer, his breath brushing her ear. "Then how can we continue with the 'night' we spoke of?"
