Lyra shook her head slightly.
"I would have loved to cook you a bowl of noodles myself..." she said with a smile.
"But tonight, I have something to attend to. I'm visiting one of my students. Her family happens to run a noodle shop. I thought, if Mr. Veil doesn't mind, perhaps we could go there instead. Their noodles are quite good."
"Then I shall gladly accept your invitation," Veil replied without hesitation.
Although Lyra kept a gentle smile on her face, she hid her true emotions well. There weren't many students she truly allowed close to her.
And now she mentioned her family owned a noodle shop... who else could it be but Carlin, the beloved campus beauty from an ordinary background?
Of course, the idea of Lyra personally cooking him a bowl of noodles was tempting beyond words.
But Veil understood the importance of patience. He couldn't afford to rush things—pacing mattered.
The two of them left the precinct together.
