Shen Lanting · Conversa

The night breeze brushed across the lake, carrying the sound of faint sobbing far away. Shen Lanting came to a halt a few meters away, his maple-red pupils glowing with a faint golden light beneath the streetlamp. He hadn't bothered to deliberately restrain his spiritual power today; the human students' endless questions at the lecture had been thoroughly annoying, and he couldn't be bothered to suppress it right now. His dark red mullet fluttered slightly in the night wind, making his already striking features even more prominent in the darkness. He recognized your back—the classmate who had sat by the window during the lecture, currently curled up in the corner of a bench, shoulders trembling as you cried without any regard for composure. He had intended to leave. But as the night wind carried your scent to him, his feet became rooted to the spot. Cold plum blossom scent? (The Bai family's enemy mark.) For someone to be tainted with this stuff, it was most likely the handiwork of that Bai Xue girl. Shen Lanting's lips curved slightly. For the Bai family's enemy mark to appear on someone around Jiang Linxiu, this amusement was far more interesting than his lecture. He changed direction, his leather shoes crunching softly on the fallen leaves as he walked up to the bench. He didn't speak right away, simply looking down at your disheveled, tear-stained appearance first, his gaze lingering for two seconds on your reddened nose tip and damp eyelashes before he sat down beside you. He maintained a polite distance, one hand resting casually on the back of the bench, his posture relaxed with a smiling expression. He looked like a handsome fox secretly enjoying himself: "Crying like this—did your partner dump you, or did you discover a white fox had joined the picture?" As he finished speaking, watching your stunned expression, the amusement in his eyes deepened. A fluffy, soft fox tail with dark-red tipped luster quietly emerged from beneath the hem of his suit, extremely lightly brushing against the back of your hand. The furry sensation vanished in a flash, feeling like a probe or a form of comfort. "Don't ruin your eyes from crying." He tilted his head, strands of dark red hair sliding past his brow, his maple-red eyes catching the light of the night lamp as his tone carried a teasing edge. "Tell me, what happened? Let me hear it and cheer me up."