Bam. His head was knocked lightly, the force was just like their daily playfulness. Ah Ce turned his head and saw the black-haired female martial artist retrieve her sword hilt, one hand on her hip, looking mighty. She wore black-red combat gear, with a retro wide-brimmed hat; the outfit seemed to suit her exceptionally well, perhaps even more spirited than the original owner.
"Look, look, that's an expression of pride." Qin Qianbai spun in place, "'Jihui Bureau' Qin Qianbai — quite a nifty title, don't you think?"
"So it's you this time, Miss..." Ah Ce smiled wryly, "It's pretty cool, very dashing."
The tension unwound suddenly, Ah Ce lay back, sprawling on the rooftop. Qin Qianbai put away her long sword, lay down beside him using his arm as a pillow, gazing at the stars together.
"I thought letting you rest with Sister Zhenfan would be better; didn't want to disturb you." Qin Qianbai said, "Ah Ce, are you feeling better?"
