"I just knew it was you."
Qing Rong was outside the wooden corridor. With a long stride, he stepped out from the stone path into the streetlight's illumination.
He took off his black baseball cap, tilted his head slightly upward, smiled at them so they could see his face clearly, then put the cap back on.
Due to the difference in height, from their angle, half of his face was hidden by the cap's brim, revealing only the sharply defined jawline of his lower face.
Mu Qiu was a bit puzzled: "Qing Rong? What are you doing here so late at night?"
Could it be that the legendary online novel publishing god secretly harbors a heart wanting to be a princess?
Qing Rong didn't notice her subtly curious gaze and answered her question casually:
"Didn't you say I look like someone who writes Western fantasy? I'll try writing fantasy for my next book, so I'm here to find some inspiration."
