Chapter 18: The Neighbor
“Um… that must be Leia, right?”
“It should be, right? Why would she come to a place like this? And who is that gentle woman holding her hand?”
“That sister with white hair? I noticed her too; she has such an elegant presence. Those beautifully melancholic eyes, like ice crystals, must hold countless stories, right?”
“You’re drooling; your drool is about to land on me.”
………
“This room should be the right one, right?”
Yifu looked up at the gold-edged doorplate, even the doorplate had been meticulously detailed, and the material of the decoration seemed to indeed be solid gold.
Yifu couldn’t help but swallow; this was hardly a small room. Just the decorative doorplate seemed expensive enough to rent a small courtyard in the suburbs for a year or two.
“Is it really okay for us to stay in a place like this?”
Leia cautiously inquired, as previously she had lived in the academy dormitory.
Although the environment in the dormitory was quite good, Leia always felt it didn’t belong to her. Even at night, sleeping on her small bed made her uneasy, always careful not to disturb her fellow classmates.
Listening to them talk about the latest skirts and accessories, the best cosmetics and street-side red tea cakes, Leia felt distant.
So, except for sleeping hours, Leia tried her best not to return to the dormitory. If asked where she spent the most time, it would likely be the classroom and the library.
Everyone thought Leia was unsociable; in reality, it was just that Leia felt inferior and was too shy to approach them.
“You don’t have to feel burdened. Since they lent it to us, we should use it gratefully. Of course, we must also take care of it.”
“Okay, then I will clean the floor three times a day!”
Listening to Yifu’s gentle reassurance, Leia seemed to have begun looking forward to the situation in the room. With such a beautiful flat, could she have a room that belonged to her?
If possible, she hoped to place a flower on the windowsill of her room.
Click.
Just as Yifu opened the door, there was a noise from the adjacent room.
Yifu instinctively looked up and saw a tall girl with a bland and aloof expression slowly making eye contact with her.
She was wearing the Church Academy uniform, looking poised and elegant. Her long, sleek black hair was tied back into a neat high ponytail, accentuating her fair and delicate neck, giving off a vibe that was cold and distant.
The girl in front was indeed beautiful, prompting Yifu to sneak a few more glances.
It was only when the girl showed a hint of confusion from being looked at that Yifu realized she had been a bit rude.
“Ah, I—I’m sorry. I just moved in next door, I’m Yifu, and this is my daughter Leia. Nice to meet you.”
Yifu slightly bowed and quickly apologized to the aloof girl.
“Oh.”
The girl replied with indifference, her voice matching her appearance—cool and calm, without much variation.
“Qianzhi.”
The girl named Qianzhi introduced herself and, without waiting for Yifu to respond, nodded slightly and entered her room, closing the door.
This left Yifu feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Qianzhi, is she from the Eastern Continent?”
Yifu didn’t think much of it; after all, it was normal for a rich young lady to have a peculiar temperament.
“Sweetheart, do you know her? She looks like she’s wearing the Church Academy uniform.”
“I have a bit of an impression, but I can’t recall clearly. I’m usually busy studying or practicing at the academy, so I rarely remember people.”
Leia pursed her lips and replied softly.
“I see, but she is your classmate and our neighbor, so if there’s a chance, you should get along well.”
“I know.”
Leia nodded, then remembered the basket of snacks she had brought back from the Imperial Palace.
“What if I give her some snacks as a greeting gift?”
“Snacks?”
Yifu looked at the exquisite basket; it was indeed a good idea, especially since they’d be seeing each other often.
However, sending such snacks might still lack meaning, as the other party obviously came from a wealthy family; otherwise, she wouldn’t be living in such a place.
Those snacks might just be something she’d be unwilling to glance at on her table.
If they were to give something, it should be something more unique.
