The firelight danced, casting the young man's figure beside the fireplace in a hue resembling the evening glow onto his silver hair.
Sola watched him without a change in expression, her gaze falling on his long hair, and when the young man turned around, their silver-white pupils naturally met.
She paused for a moment, then seemed somewhat uncomfortably to avert her gaze.
Xu Shuo smiled slightly, carrying a cup of brewed red tea over, but instead of handing it to the girl, he placed it on the high table.
The table was covered with a soft, dark red plaid tablecloth, making the porcelain white wrists even more delicate and clear.
Sola stared at the cup of tea for a while but did not reach for it.
It wasn't until Xu Shuo sat down on the stool opposite her that she opened with feigned indifference, "What did you mean about the Dragon Clan just now? And why were you there at that time?"
