His voice was deep, low, and gentle.

It matched particularly well with his profound, peach-blossom eyes.

Hannah smiled with her eyes curving, "Did you follow me all the way from Mocheng to here?"

Mocheng is the center of the empire, and it is also the most prosperous city where the royal family resides.

The man nodded.

"The one in the dense forest before was you too?"

The man nodded again.

He did not deny it.

So the roars of the mutant beasts in the dense forest before had also been deliberately made by him.

Hannah was silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but start laughing again, "You are so childish."

The man lowered his eyes, looking at the two shadows cast on the ground.

The light came from behind Hannah, and since he stood in front of her, her shadow fell upon his.

Intertwined, as if she was in his arms.

"I’m sorry."

He suddenly apologized, startling Hannah.

"Why say sorry?"

He seemed a bit different from before.

Previously, he had been dangerous and indifferent, even sitting amidst noisy crowds as if he was isolated from the world. The high and mighty emperor, once drawn by her into the human world, his cool nature, tainted by emotions, had become both obsessive and indulgent.

But now he... seemed to have more of a young man’s vitality, flamboyantly spirited, yet also prone to being flustered by emotions.

He was still him.

The person she liked the most.

"Before, I made you angry."

He lowered his head, assuming a look of adorable contrition that made Hannah feel like she was seeing him at eighteen again.

Hannah took a step forward, coming out from the light, standing in front of him.

The distance between them was very close.

So close that if she looked up she could touch his chin.

She smiled, her eyes blooming like early spring peach blossoms, wide and vivid, "Then tell me, how did you make me angry?"

This was a "fatal" question.

The man thought carefully, answering seriously, "Because I secretly tracked you."

"What else?"

"I said I didn’t know you."

Their "first" meeting.

Hannah had asked him, "Do you know me?"

He thought about it and said he didn’t know.

That’s why she got angry.

"We originally did not know each other," she said, looking up into his eyes, then turned away.

He moved his fingers, wanting to hold her hand, but afraid that she would get angry.

In the midst of this hesitation, Hannah turned her head back around.

The street was busy. A new street performance group must have arrived somewhere, as the applause never ceased.

It must have been a spectacular performance.

Hannah wanted to watch.

Before leaving, she looked back at the man standing aside, her voice soft yet fierce, warning him, "Don’t follow me anymore."

After she spoke, she walked away.

Reaching the street corner and standing under the light, she turned back; the man was still following her, five steps behind.

Not too far, not too close, just the right distance.

So she walked back to him, standing in front of him, "If you keep following me, I’ll lock you in a cage."

Her eyes were also beautiful, like a warm little sun when she smiled.

When she did not smile, they were like the moon and the stars.

He thought seriously, "If I’m locked in a cage, could I stay with you forever?"

Locking someone in a cage was just something said offhand.

Hannah did not expect him to answer so seriously.

Before, she always felt like she was the one who would be locked in a cage, but now it was different.

He wanted to enter her cage.

"What is your name?"

Just like the first time they met, starting with introducing oneself.

"Arnold Simmons."