Lan Yue stood on that wet staircase for an embarrassingly long time.
Long enough for the green smoke to thin out and drift away. Long enough for two junior disciples to pass by, glance at her standing there pressing her fingers to her lips with a completely vacant expression, and quietly choose a different route.
She had kissed Zhao Lingxi on a staircase. By accident. In the middle of a chemical evacuation. While covered in green smoke residue.
Lan Yue slowly lowered her hand from her mouth and stared at the empty garden below where Zhao Lingxi had disappeared, calm and unhurried as always, like she had not just rearranged the entire structure of Lan Yue's existence and walked away without a second glance.
"Soon," she had said.
