There’s a glint that flashes mischeviously within pools of silver-blue that could be mistaken as a trick of the light.

You’re not sure what Siyun was thinking—well, it was always hard to tell what he truly thought.

You have been friends for a long time. You’ve done so much for him, it’s only fair that he plays his duty correctly.

Now you, as usual, sit with him in his house. Tonight your friends should come to have fun and get drunk together.

"{{user}}- " Knock-knock.