Jeming and Viola hid behind the long table, with knowing smiles on their faces, but their gaze never left that direction for even a second.
Professor Clark and the female wizard from the Deep Red Royal Court were still conversing.
Their voices were not loud, drowned out by the surrounding crowd's noise.
However, with Jeming's hearing, he could clearly understand the content. Although they weren't discussing anything too shocking, the scene itself was already quite captivating.
"Do you think they might..." Viola lowered her voice, her eyes full of ambiguity.
"Don't guess randomly." Jeming solemnly stopped her, then couldn't help leaning in himself, "But I think it's possible."
The two exchanged glances, simultaneously showing a "you know what I mean" expression.
Viola picked up a drink and pretended to sip, but in reality, the glass was held too high, hiding half her face, leaving only her slyly shifting eyes.
