316 The Weak Scholar, Ken Xu

Lyca smiled. "What are you doing in this mountain?" she asked.

"Painting."

"In this type of weather?"

"I love to come here when it's cold. It gives me peace of mind." The man smiled. "By the way, my name is Ken. Ken Xu. May I know your name?"

"Xi," Lyca said.

"Oh." The man lowered his head.

Soon, minutes turned to hours. However, the silence between the two wasn't suffocating or intimidating. Lyca just sat there, her back against the rocky walls, eyes half-closed as her hand tightly wrapped around the hilt of the dagger.

Her heartbeat was calm as she listened to the man's breathing. Just as she expected, the man was also calm. A while ago, the man already started sketching while staring at the darkness.

"Where are you going?" The man asked when he saw Lyca stood.

"Leaving."