Yan Luo was certainly right.
I used to buy hair ties that cost two dollars a pack, the cheap kind I’d constantly misplace without even realizing it. But wearing one this expensive, I was hyper-aware of it the entire way: *Don’t lose it, don’t lose it, don’t lose it…*
When we arrived at the restaurant, our number was called just in time. Yan Luo paid the person who had been waiting in line for us. It was reasonable, really; the Imperial Capital is so crowded that you have to make reservations or queue for everything. If we had waited ourselves, it would have taken at least two hours. Still, seeing him buy someone else’s time so matter-of-factly made me feel uneasy, for reasons I couldn’t quite explain. Perhaps I’m just too used to living the hard way.
Chapter 210