Yuanyuan walked towards the tavern, munching on a cookie.
Su Ming'an looked at Yuanyuan's hand: "Wait, are you eating..."
Yuanyuan immediately hid the cookie bag behind her, eyeing Su Ming'an warily, like a hamster guarding its food.
...No, that's not right.
Su Ming'an stared at Yuanyuan, his suspicions growing larger and larger.
This isn't Yuanyuan.
The original Yuanyuan was indeed like this; she was afraid her cookies would be taken away, cautiously guarding her few possessions, yet she could also sacrifice herself selflessly for him on the world chessboard. She feared losing but could bravely lose for his sake.
But the now fully mature Yuanyuan wouldn't be so alert over a bag of cookies; she would just smile and share them with him.
Su Ming'an quickly realized something, circled behind her, and looked at her wrist.
—A small crimson mark.
