A slightly slender "Black-faced God of Evil" rolled her eyes.
Although they were dressed similarly, had about the same height, and their faces were masked, distinguishing between the three was still quite easy.
The slightly larger one was Guan Yu, among the slimmer two, the one with even her hair carrying an air of elegance and refinement was Shu Ran, and the one running towards Cheng Zhirang right now was Mu Qiu.
Guan Yu looked around as she walked, feeling quite pleased with the rooftop garden environment, nodding continuously.
"It seems we've reached the sentimental part."
Li Yang: "With you saying that, it's already not sentimental."
After settling down loosely, Mu Qiu sat beside Cheng Zhirang and whispered: "Is my mask wrinkled? Help me flatten it a bit."
Cheng Zhirang didn't comment on whether it was wrinkled, leaned in for a closer look, and gently tugged at the black mask on her face.
"There, it's fixed."
