It was probably because she took a longer route that Yan Xiaye didn't encounter him.
Although she still felt an indescribable unease towards magic performances, just by going to watch, she could meet Little Yunduo and also taste those specially made delicious small cakes.
Thinking that there was still some time before the evening party, Yan Xiaye collected herself and headed towards the music hall alone.
Just like the past two days, the music hall still had its mysterious and unpredictable aura.
The heavy doors slowly pushed open, and a breeze stirred the flickering candlelight, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
Considering that Yan Xiaye had previously mentioned something to the magician, perhaps a few more candles were lit this time, but it didn't make much of a difference; the vast, luxurious space still gave a strange sense of oppression.
