The door of Sakura Pub was ajar.
Jingle jingle.
Accompanied by the sound of the doorbell, Zheng Qing pushed the door and entered, not seeing any other guests or waitstaff.
Sunlight poured through the large windows, onto the pub, glossing a layer of light onto the dark red bar counter, resembling toast spread with fresh jam, filling one's heart with a sense of satisfaction.
The air was filled with the mixed aroma of wood and liquor, pure in the spacious room due to nobody being present. A swarm of Fireflies gathered between the ceiling beams, seemingly disturbed by the three unexpected guests, vibrating their wings collectively, and their bellies puffed, sprinkling a field of orange light, making the whole pub even brighter.
