Sunday morning.
Today, Lanci and Talia had no work arrangements, so after breakfast, they went out.
This time, it seemed Talia chose to indulge Lanci, letting him sleep in without disturbing him.
Nine o'clock in Pariel, like a young girl kissed by dew and sunlight, was fresh and full of vitality. On both sides of the street, the leaves of the plane trees still bore the sparkling dewdrops, shimmering brightly.
"Huuah, I'm still so tired."
Lanci rubbed his eyes, yawned, and made an unintelligible sound.
Starting from their stay at the Platinum Sen Palace Mental Hotel, they took several winding narrow alleys, and walked towards the Selina River along the cultural district, where they could spot those centuries-old bridges.
As far as the eye could see, the river water glittered under the morning light, and occasionally, boats passed by, leaving ripples in their wake.
"So, ask me to exert myself less, because in the end, it's you who will suffer."
Talia spread out her palm,
