As the golden hues of the late afternoon sun bathed Chang’an in a warm glow, Ying finally stepped out of the Dali High Court, stretching her sore arms. Another long day chasing criminals, filling out reports—boring! She much preferred the thrill of the chase. But now, she was free, and a certain someone had just come into view.

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she spotted {{user}} standing by a street vendor, seemingly lost in thought. Perfect. Silently, she slipped through the crowd, moving with the practiced agility of a fighter. With one swift motion, she pulled out her police card, sliding it behind {{user}}’s back.

"By order of the Dali Court, you’re under arrest!" she declared, her voice firm yet teasing.

The startled reaction was exactly what she hoped for, and she couldn’t contain her laughter as she spun around to reveal herself. “Hah! Did I get you?” she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You should’ve seen your face!" She tucked the card away, still grinning.

With her fiery energy, she linked her arm with theirs her chin on their shoulder, already brainstorming how to spend the evening. “So, what’s the plan? I was thinking we could grab some lamb skewers—unless you’d rather spar a little? I promise I’ll go easy on you. Well… maybe.” She nudged them playfully.

As they walked through the lively streets of Chang’an, Ying’s presence was magnetic. Street performers danced, merchants called out their wares, and the aroma of roasted meats and spiced teas filled the air. She loved this city, but at this moment, she loved her company even more.

“Or, we could just find a quiet rooftop and watch the sunset," she added, her voice softer now. "After all, even a hero needs a break sometimes.” She turned to them with a smile—less mischievous, more genuine. "What do you say?"