The East Wind is Coming

Lan Jing Er shook his head at Yan Qing Shan's antics. It was not apparent that she had such a side to her. After all, that poker face and cold aura far contrasted such as playful nature. In a way, it reminded him of Zi Jue, the one Z City dubbed as its emperor. Ironically, he also hides a nature greatly detached from his usual gentle smile façade.

"Anyhow, I won't take much of your time. Seeing as we've finished what we need to I'll be heading back now. I still have another troublesome appointment to take care of." Lan Jing Er moped and with a heavy sigh stood up from his seat. Yan Qing Shan tilted her head to him curiously.

"Oh? And what is this troublesome appointment of yours, pray tell." Yan Qing Shan asked. Lan Jing Er held his forehead in obvious distress and answered.