Touring to the Imperial City’s Southwestern corner, Chen Chang Sheng felt a little thirsty, without giving it much thought, he took a melon from beside him and took a bite, only feeling that it was fragrant, sweet and crisp, being very enjoyable. However, he could have never expected that his motion would actually incite a rain of melons, striking him to the point of making him hold his head in his hands wordlessly.
His line of sight went from the rain of melons to the Imperial Palace, placing the Pavilion of Ascending Mist within his sights, he could also see the Platform of Sweetdew. He couldn’t help but feel that he could see a small dot at the platform; he thought that it was the Black Goat.
He waved towards that direction. He then saw within the crowd, the girl, Shuang’er, who had a complicated expression on her face, upon thinking of the dinner tonight, his waving hand become a little sluggish.