Fan Yushu glanced at the side profile of Zhao Rong's smiling face, then listened carefully to the clock's chimes, which seemed perfectly normal.
He shook his head, "Ziyu, listen to me. Since you're not locals, you might not know, but this place seems to be… the Summer Insect Pavilion!"
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then seriously said, "What do you mean, 'seems to be'? Isn't this it? The sign over the door says so."
"......"
Fan Yushu felt that his friend was looking at him as if he were a fool. He quickly coughed and said, "I know, but I previously thought it was just another place with the same name, or perhaps it was just the shop owner riding on its reputation, but now it seems…"
"Now it seems it really is the one?" Zhao Rong finished his sentence with a smile.
Fan Yushu glanced at the alley outside, which had welcomed three groups of people in a short time, and then at the shopkeeper behind the counter, and quietly nodded.
