The early summer breeze blows by the window, bringing the tranquility of the afternoon.
"It's, it's not a big deal..." Lettice stuttered at first, and then calmed down a little.
She looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her and said with a lack of confidence, "Because when I first started making clothes, I was greatly influenced by Luo Lan. She gave me a lot of inspiration and helped me get through the difficult period in the beginning... I have always wanted to thank you, but I was afraid to bother you with such a small matter."
Things are different now. We used to be roommates, but now we're dealing with the sage and witch of Clancy. I wonder if she'll find it annoying? After all, she's already so busy, and now she has to consider my feelings and say polite things. Lettice hesitated, which was why she hadn't looked for Loran Hill.
"If it's Lettice, it's okay. You won't be upset by such things." The girl said softly, as if she noticed the uneasiness in Lettice's heart and let her relax slowly.
"Really?" Lettice pursed her lips.
"Because it's nothing important, just some small talk. I want to chat with Luo Lan in a relaxed manner. After all, a lot of my inspiration comes from Luo Lan."
"It's okay, but I was just saying it casually. Don't take it too seriously or believe it, Letis." Loran Hill smiled lightly, showing a relieved smile.
"Don't worry about that..." As she said that, Lettice began to talk to Loranhill about his daily dressing, lifestyle and so on.
"Loran prefers that kind of clothing..."
"Usually, I prefer to wear light and comfortable dresses..." Loran Hill began to recall his own dressing style.
Lettice wanted to find more inspiration from this wise girl, and also wanted to understand this familiar yet unfamiliar companion. As she said herself, these were all trivial matters, some preferences and simple evaluations of various fashion styles, which were not worth mentioning compared to the national affairs that the girl experienced and dealt with in her daily life.
However, not everyone has to think about such serious things all the time. In fact, it would be more interesting and fun to occasionally talk about what to eat today and where to go for fun.
Gradually, Lettice and Loranhill talked more and more, and they seemed to have returned to the relaxed college days. There were no barriers between them, and they could talk about anything easily and jokingly.
"Actually, I'm quite curious. Wouldn't Nia have a lot of suitors in the army or on the grassland? After all, she has such a great figure." As Lettice spoke, the topic turned to Nia.
"It seems so." Loran Hill also looked curiously at Nia, the plump and beautiful lady from the Goat Horn Tribe.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Niya continued to hold the glass and slowly drink the juice before she answered.
"Don't laugh at me about my figure. In fact, I feel a lot more cumbersome now, and I'm not even as flexible as before." Niya waved her hand and said helplessly.
"It's true that there are people pursuing me, but I have never agreed." As she said this, she looked out the window again. The spiral horns on the side of her ear lifted up a few strands of hair, and then she leaned on her arm.
"Because I don't feel anything. I can't get married just for the sake of having children."
"So I was a little hesitant, so I just left it there. Luckily, transcendents age much more slowly, so there's no need to rush these few years. You see, many elves are over 100 years old and still look like they did when they were young girls. Isn't that pretty good?"
"That seems to make sense." Ye Ling held his chin in his hand and thought seriously. If the age of an elf is converted to that of a dragon, how many years will it take to be considered an adult?
"It really depends on personal choice and cannot be forced." Loran Hill nodded.
"But speaking of this, I remembered what happened in school. Does Loran still remember the eldest son of the Griffin Duke, Jerlan?" Nia suddenly spoke, changing the subject.
"Remember? What happened?"
"That eldest son of the Griffin isn't married yet. It's said he's turned down several proposals from prominent ladies and remains single. Is he still thinking about you?"
After hearing this, Loran Hill blinked and said, "This is just a fool's guess."
"Actually, I don't have any ill feelings towards Jelan, but agreeing to him is impossible. It doesn't mean that if one party is infatuated and devoted, the other party is obligated to agree and marry the other party."
"It's like if you like apples and someone comes and gives you a cart of fish. You refuse, but he insists on giving it to you. As time goes by, nothing happens between you two, but others are incredibly touched."
"He seems to think this is love, but in fact it is just an unsuccessful forced sale." The girl shook her head. She was not the kind of person who could be easily fooled.
"Actually, I explained everything to Jelann when we were in college, and he knew my decision and thoughts at the time. So, there might be some misunderstanding."
"I think he might be infatuated, but he is definitely not such an irrational person. In Jelan's heart, family honor is also very important." Loran Hill shook his head and denied these unfounded speculations.
"As expected of Loran, he's still so amazing." Niya clapped her hands lightly at this time, and there was a hint of admiration in her eyes as before.
"So, I, a somewhat stupid little lamb, should just wait a few more years. It's really hard for me to see clearly what the other person feels for me and what I feel for him." Niya rubbed her forehead in distress.
"It's a big sheep." Letty glanced at Nia's plump figure and made a slightly sarcastic comment.
"Uh..." In response, Niya had to cover her chest with her arms to hide it.
In this way, several people spent a happy afternoon in this cold drink shop, and only went back home in the evening.
Three days later, the fragrance of apples began to waft through the air in Hongzhen Palace. It was already the end of June, and the weather was gradually getting warmer.
"Hey, Your Highness, are you leaving again?"
Palinsa looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her carrying a rattan box, folded her hands in front of her and asked uneasily.
"Yes, I've been here for more than a month. I've almost finished dealing with some things and want to go back and sleep in." Loran Hill didn't deliberately maintain any image in front of Palinsa and expressed his lazy thoughts.
"Well... well, sage, you really need to have a good rest." Although she was reluctant, Palinsa couldn't stop Loran Hill from going home to rest.
"Haha, don't worry, I will come back." Seeing Palinsa's uneasy look, Loran Hill hugged the head maid of the palace.
"Well, I will still wait here." Palinsha said as she lifted her skirt and saluted.
"See you next time, Palinsa~"
The ethereal voice floated in the wind, and the girl in front of him had already ridden the wind in the sky and flew into the distant blue.
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