The sky had gradually darkened, and the tavern was becoming even more crowded.
"Miss, look at that man." The yellow-clothed maid Sisi gently nudged her mistress and quietly pointed at Qin Yu.
"What is it, Sisi?" Lin Lin looked puzzled. "Isn't he the person we saw on Fengyue Star decades ago?" Lin Lin recognized Qin Yu at a glance.
Sisi frowned and whispered to Lin Lin, "Miss, you know this man is quite cold, right?"
"He is quite a cold person. What about it?" Lin Lin was full of questions.
Sisi continued, "Just now he looked at you. When he looked at you...that look, well, how do I put it? Very melancholic, very sad, as if he was looking at his own lover," Sisi slowly explained.
"Lover?" Lin Lin's expression stiffened, then she couldn't help but glare at Sisi with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "You crazy girl, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense," Sisi retorted.
