The early morning was a little cold, but fresh and clear.
Lan Jue pedaled his antique bicycle, leisurely meandering towards the university campus. Zhou Qianlin sat behind, smiling prettily. She would, on occasion, pull funny faces at his back.
“What are you going to do today?” she asked casually.
“It’s a secret.”
“Fine then.” Zhou Qianlin huffed. “By the way, how often are your classes?”
“Two days a week,” he replied.
“So few? That’s intentional, right? You make a terribly incompetent bodyguard.” She muttered in malcontent.
“I’ve done some looking around,” he said. “The campus looks relatively safe. Besides, I can’t usually leave Skyfire Avenue. If you need something I’m a call away.”
As he spoke he managed the bicycle with one hand and reached back with the other to hand Zhou Qianlin something.
Zhou Qianlin reflexively reached up and took it.
In her hand was a pendant of some white metal, inlaid with an occidental topaz. It was simple and delicate.
