Qingran didn't react immediately, but she didn't need to. She felt Feng Yizhou shift slightly beside her, his fingers tapping once against his knee, a silent acknowledgment that he'd noticed them too.
The approaching pair weren't making a show of their arrival, but their presence alone was enough to draw subtle attention. Other guests instinctively stepped aside, giving them space without needing to be asked.
Qingran took in the silver-haired man first. Up close, his features were striking, sharp yet composed, his expression impossible to read. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, his gaze sweeping over them like a man accustomed to knowing everything in a room without needing to ask.
The girl beside him was younger, likely no older than seventeen. Despite her age, she moved with an easy grace, her crimson eyes lingering on Qingran a bit longer than necessary.
When they finally stopped in front of them, it was the girl who spoke first.
