The moon hung high in the sky, its silver glow casting a serene light over the sprawling campus. Towering spires loomed against the star-studded night, and the quiet rustle of leaves created a calming melody. It was almost peaceful. Almost.
"Finally," Minjun groaned, dramatically stretching his arms. "I thought my feet would fall off."
Dan chuckled. "Maybe if you hadn't tried on every necklace at the festival, you'd have some energy left."
"I was simply admiring fine craftsmanship," Minjun retorted, flicking his hair back. "One must appreciate beauty where they find it."
Wuxie snorted, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah, you were admiring yourself more than the jewelry."
Minjun shot him a look, his lips curving into a sly grin. "Says the guy who can't stop staring at his own reflection every morning, like he's waiting for it to talk back."
Wuxie opened his mouth to protest but found himself laughing instead. "Takes one to know one, fish boy."
