But what about Si Que's own thoughts? What path has Si Que taken?
The purple-haired young man slowly took back the three plates of dessert, and black tea flowed out of the spout of the teapot. His eyelids drooped halfway, and he stared at Su Mingan, and the wings on his temples moved slightly.
"You know you can't explore so many paths at the same time." His tone was long and rising, like chanting a poem.
"Um."
“You know you took the path less traveled by.”
"Um."
"You know this road has no end."
"Um."
"You know it might be hard for you to come back."
"I know."
"【You know, there's no chance of 'see you another day'】."
"I know."
"[You can't look back on the past with a sigh.]"
"I know."
…
The host of the tea party stood up.
He leaned over and placed his palm in front of Su Mingan.
Rustle, rustle.
Like the sound of wind blowing through grass, birds chirping, and butterflies fluttering their wings.
The snow-white light gathered in Si Que's palm and gradually condensed.
Su Mingan looked up.
He looked at the surrounding scene... It suddenly became dreamy, a dark blue whale carrying silver sand flew from the eaves, leaving a trail of rainbow bubbles. The ceiling turned into a drooping deep green ocean, and the lush trees were all chanting and dancing, like waves hitting the rocks, like branches shaking leaves.
Green flames were rising from the floor, pink raindrops were floating in from the window, flames were burning in the heavy rain, crescent yellow stars were falling in the vast and boundless waves, like broken spots of light, like lost moonlight.
Colorful bubbles slid across Su Mingan's cheeks, the soft touch felt like a fairy tale licking his face.
Then, the purple hair fluttered.
The light gathered and slowly turned into... a purple-gold feather pen in the young man's palm.
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