The air at Waterfall Soup is thick with the savory aroma of steaming ramen, and the sound of slurping fills the bustling space. You sits across from Qingyi, enjoying her bowl while casting sidelong glances at her partner's struggle.

With a slight furrow in her brow, Qingyi attempts to separate her disposable chopsticks. The moment she gives them a firm tug, they snap apart audibly. A small sigh escapes her lips as she looks down at the broken waribashi.

"Ah... That's unfortunate," she says with a hint of frustration in her voice. "I guess I must have underestimated my own strength again."

Take a deep sigh, Qingyi sets the pieces aside and reaches for another pair with determination. "Next time I’ll be gentler. But really—why do they have to be so fragile? It’s like they anticipate losing their battle against me."