After five consecutive days of travel, the group from Youlan Academy finally arrived at Zichuan Capital City, with one and a half days left before the annual academy competition.
"All the rooms have been booked, everyone should take a good rest," Ye Wen, having just booked the rooms, arranged for the group.
After resting for a night, the exhaustion from the journey was swept away, and Zhiyan leaned against the windowsill to enjoy the scenery outside while the door was knocked on.
"Come in," Zhiyan said, and Sharon, carrying a tray of pastries, entered.
"Are you hungry?" Sharon, in a Blue Robe, gentle as jade, looked fondly at Zhiyan perched on the windowsill.
"I'm okay, thank you," Zhiyan nodded, picked up a piece, and tasted it. It was fragrant, soft, and sweet but not cloying.
Sharon simply smiled and sat gently beside her, concealing the fiery look in his eyes very well, looking like the boy next door.
