"Hmm," Su Ming'an replied.
"I can't hear you," Noel stretched out his hand, pretending the wind was too loud.
"Happy."
"You gotta speak up; I can't hear you."
The night wind lifted Noel's golden hair, the dim light of the blood-red signboard filtering through his strands.
He turned his face to look this way, his Demon Fox mask hiding his radiant smile.
"...Wait a minute." Lin Yin couldn't hold back and chuckled, "Can you guys not play out this sort of scene from a drama? Isn't it awkward?"
"Awkward," Lv Shu agreed.
"Su Ming'an—" Noel completely ignored Lin Yin's interruption.
He leaned on the railing of the observation deck, his body almost tilting as if he had let go of all his strength.
His hands reached out beyond the deck, as though embracing the cold wind of the chilly night.
Seeing his actions, Su Ming'an was reminded of the Adventurers in the high sky amidst a snowstorm, embracing death and risk.
...Noel was a young, fearless, resolute, and shrewd Adventurer.