I opened my mouth slightly and asked in a very soft voice:

"Gail?"

"Don't ask me, I've been immersed in watching your embarrassing appearance after being played by gangsters from the beginning, and I didn't even bother to pay attention to where this woman came from."

...Not reliable at all.

I caught the eye of the man by the fireplace.

It turns out you are really looking at me...

I walked over.

"Did the word 'poor' just now refer to me?"

"Is there a second lonely and pitiful existence here?"

"..."

I looked at her without saying a word.

"I'm not alone."

As if she understood what I meant, she immediately denied it.

"But..."

"I'm not alone."

"Okay..."

The firm tone in the other party's words made me compromise, even though what I said was an established fact.

"I just started to feel lonely two minutes ago."

"..."

The words were covered up by the cheers for unknown reasons around her. She obviously didn’t hear what I said.

Alas, the abominable "easiness of integration".

As long as the surrounding noise is too loud, it will be difficult for my voice to be heard clearly. I am very helpless about this.

So I sat on the sofa that was occupied by her alone.

"Why sit here without permission?"

"In order for you to hear me clearly."

"What?"

"..."

I slightly adjusted the distance between me and her.

"I said it's not like I didn't have anyone with me just now..."

"In other words, being blackmailed by gangsters counts?"

"...You saw it..."

"Because it's very conspicuous, but you just give in?"

I followed her gaze - the gangster I was talking to earlier was drinking leisurely.

"Well, no problem, if that guy..."

I answered nonchalantly.

"Poor guy."

"Why repeat it?"

"Because it's really pitiful."

Her words were so bland that I couldn't tell whether they contained sarcasm, pity, or both.

...What a weirdo.

But I haven't felt anything like being overwhelmed yet.

Why is this...

I looked at her - the firelight was currently reflecting on her beautiful profile. It might be the light that made her fair skin look a little sickly.

Her eyebrows are very slender, and her slightly squinted eyes look lackluster, but the cold aura in them adds a touch of charm to her.

"Maybe she's really beautiful..."

A common problem among men.

"Thank you for your deserved compliment, but in other words, saying this suddenly is as disgusting as lifting up a stranger's skirt on the street."

It seems that I accidentally said it.

"...What an outrageous metaphor."

"In other words, to your dismay, I can't wear a skirt."

I started talking to myself again...

"...I won't do the kind of things that only gangsters and gangster friends would do, so don't worry, and the fact that you don't wear a skirt has nothing to do with me, okay..."

The strange woman next to me seemed to deliberately ignore my questions and just sighed softly.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you before."

"In other words, don't you only have eyes for tracking?"

"Well..."

How much does this guy like "in other words"?

He actually knows something about me. It seems that he is not a recent traveler to Woolworth.

I always feel like...the guy sitting next to me always has a cold attitude when talking to me. Is he annoyed...

Maybe he has lost interest in me and hopes that I will leave soon... Then I'd better be more conscious...

At this time, a tall wanderer appeared out of nowhere and stretched out his hand to her with a smile on his face:

"I didn't expect Miss Xue to be here too. She's such a rare visitor. Are you interested in dancing together? I'm good at any kind of dance!"

Oh, boy, your invitation method is very uncharacteristic.

The Wanderer seems to have completely ignored my presence.

I thought about leaving the tavern after she went dancing with Wu Xingzhe, but she didn't move.

After about a second, she stretched out her left hand, but she only waved it gently in the air two or three times with her slender fingers, as if she was brushing away dust - she was letting Wanderer go away.

I'm sure the look on her face is clearly one of impatience.

This gesture of waving her hands is very simple, but when she does it, it has an indescribable charm.

Wu Xingzhe, who was sapped by this indifferent reaction, walked away sternly. Before leaving, he glared at me, as if he was complaining that everything was caused by me being superfluous.

I responded with caring eyes: It must take a lot of courage to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with such a cold person, right? It must be very uncomfortable to be decisively rejected in the end, right? I understand, I understand...<

/p>

Beautiful.

Deserve it...

I looked back again, feeling inexplicably relieved.

It's really strange...I thought she didn't want to continue chatting with me, but she sent away the wanderer who came to invite me without hesitation...

Let me just ask:

"Do I need to go too?"

"I won't stop you if you want."

"Well..."

I was even more confused. The person in front of me didn't seem to want to talk to me, nor did he mean to refuse.

Just like...a middle man.

"That person called you 'Miss Snow', right?"

"My name is 'Snow'."

"Just call it 'Snow'?"

"In other words, you still have to know my last name?"

Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she thought I was unreasonable.

"...I am too talkative. Sorry, Miss Xue."

"What a disgusting title."

"...What should we do?"

"'Snow' is fine, plus 'Miss' sounds a bit noble. I'm not a noble."

"You hate aristocrats?"

"In other words, I obey the nobles."

After saying that, she stood up on her own.

"What's wrong?"

"It's time to end this small talk."

That means I have to leave.
To be continued...