Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Serafina wore a long, flowing silver robe that swayed gently in the wind. Her waist-length silver hair was smooth and lustrous, and the evening breeze lifted it into delicate arcs. She was surrounded by a faint moonlight and dragon breath, exuding a cool, noble, and naturally elegant aura.

"Welcome to Silvermoon Peak, Mr. Dragon Knight."

Luo Ye stood at the bottom of the steps, raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles that had been pulled out of his collar, then ruffled his hair, which was disheveled by the night wind, and looked up at her:

"Is this how your Silver Dragon Clan always treats people? Or is it just targeting me?"

Seraphina tilted her head slightly, her silvery-white eyes curving into a smile: "Treat people differently based on who they're dealing with. Invite those who want to come, and offer freebies to those who want to leave."

Luo Ye's lips twitched: "Then I should thank you for not throwing me down from the sky."

"You're welcome." She stepped aside to let the palace door open. "Come in, the Moonshadow Deer is still on the grill."

Luo Ye followed, walking through the temple corridor bathed in silvery moonlight.

The white jade stone underfoot was warm and smooth, and the dome above was translucent, with the light of the Milky Way pouring down, making the whole corridor feel like walking on a surface of starlight.

At the end of the long corridor is a spacious terrace on the edge of a cliff. The silver grill on the stone table is glowing red with charcoal. On the iron rack, a whole moon deer is roasted until its skin is golden brown and slightly charred. The oil drips onto the charcoal and sparks fly. The aroma of charred meat mixed with the faint sweetness of moonflowers wafts in the night breeze.

But Luo Ye's gaze only lingered on the deer for a moment before returning to Serafina.

She was standing in the center of the terrace, with the moonlight pouring down from above without any obstruction, bathing her in a silvery-white glow. Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze, like a whole sheet of falling moonlight.

Luo Ye spoke directly: "You went through all this trouble to get me out here just to treat me to this meal?"

Serafina looked at him for two seconds but did not answer.

She walked slowly to him, tilted her head slightly, and locked her silvery-white pupils directly into his eyes. Her tone had lost all its playfulness and was filled with a rare seriousness: "I've been holding onto a question in my heart, and I need you to answer it for me today."

She took a step forward, the distance suddenly closing: "You've been deliberately avoiding me from the beginning, haven't you?"

"...I wasn't avoiding you."

"No?" Serafina raised an eyebrow slightly.

"When we first met in the valley, you wore a mask to conceal your features, deliberately lowered your voice to fake a throat injury, changed your name to Shi Hao to sever ties with your past, and always deliberately distanced yourself from me—does all of this count as not avoiding me?"

She took another step forward, and the distance between them was so close that Luo Ye could clearly smell the sweet fragrance of moonflower mixed with fruit wine on her body. The evening breeze swept her hair and brushed against the back of his hand, the cool touch like a feather falling down.

"Xiao Yan," she murmured the pseudonym, a complex look flashing in her silver eyes.

"You think I won't recognize you just because you changed your name?"

Luo Ye's body stiffened.

He knew he couldn't hide it any longer—from the moment Serafina first appeared in the valley, he knew he would be found out sooner or later.

He just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

"...When did you recognize me?"

"Our first meeting in the valley, just a glance." Serafina's lips curved into a faint smile, frank and straightforward.

"You've covered your face very well, and your voice is also well-controlled. But when you stand, your weight is always shifted to your left leg, and when you look at someone, you squint your left eye first before opening it fully. You can't change these little habits."

Luo Ye was taken aback: "Was my center of gravity slightly to the left when I was standing?"

"Don't you know it yourself?" Serafina retorted. "These little habits of yours are much easier to recognize than your face."

Luo Ye opened her mouth, only to find that she had no way to refute it.

He was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "So, all my pretense from beginning to end was a joke."

"Not a joke, but a resounding success." Serafina took another step closer, so close that Luo Ye could count the curves of her long, curled eyelashes. Moonlight shimmered in her eyes, shimmering like ripples of light.

"At least you successfully entered the Night Dragon's Lair, captured Eluvia, and put that proud little black dragon to rest."

Her tone carried a hint of ambiguous emotion—not jealousy, but more like… resentment?

"I've never understood." She tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes fixed intently on Luo Ye's, refusing to miss a single emotional fluctuation in him.

"A few years ago, you ventured alone to Silvermoon Peak, wanting to sign a contract to become my personal dragon knight. I simply said I needed time to consider it, and that very night you left without saying goodbye, never to return."

"After many years, you turned around and rushed to the Eternal Night Rift. Knowing that you were in dire straits, you still sacrificed yourself to protect Eluvia. You made a pact in a desperate situation and were willing to accompany her into danger."

"So I'll just ask one honest question—why choose her and not me?"

Luo Ye opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He couldn't say, "I gave up because you were too hard to beat and I couldn't get the Dragon Knight class"—if he said that, he wouldn't be able to leave Silvermoon Peak alive today.

After a long, drawn-out silence, Luo Ye could only carefully choose his words and give the safest answer: "...It's just a different time."

"Timing?" Serafina repeated the word, savoring it softly, then chuckled lightly, a hint of self-mockery in her voice.

"You mean, when you came to my side, the timing was wrong and inopportune. But when you came to Eluvia's side, everything was perfect, from the right time to the right place?"

"...That's roughly the idea."

"What if I told you now?" Serafina took another half step forward, their noses almost touching. Her warm, long breath brushed against Luo Ye's lips, the scent of moonlight mixed with the subtle sweetness of fruit wine invading his senses.

"Has my time finally come?"

Luo Ye's heart suddenly raced.

Serafina raised her slender, pale right hand, her fingertips cool and soft, and gently placed it on Luo Ye's chest, sensing the erratic and violent heartbeat in his chest. The triumphant smile in her eyes became even clearer.

"Your heartbeat has already betrayed your entire heart," she murmured softly, her tone alluring and seductive.

"You've never been indifferent to me, have you?"

Luo Ye did not answer—because he truly could not refute it.

From that subtle touch under the table in the Dragon's Nest to the way he saw through the disguise and manipulated everything in the valley, his physical instincts always preceded his reason when facing Serafina, and his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't hide it at all.

Seraphina's fingertips slowly moved up his chest, brushed along the side of his neck, and finally stopped at his chin. She gently lifted his chin, forcing him to lower his head slightly to meet her gaze.

She tiptoed slightly, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against Luo Ye's forearm and revealing the graceful, slender, and flawless lines of her neck.

The two grew infinitely closer, close enough to breathe together and see the reflections of stars, moon, and people in each other's pupils.

Alarm bells rang in Luo Ye's mind—he knew he should push her away, back off, and keep his distance.

But his limbs seemed to be wrapped in moonlight, heavy and stiff, unable to move at all, and he could only stand passively in place.

Serafina slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling gently like a white butterfly alighting. She lowered her head slightly and leaned closer to Luo Ye's lips.

The sweet fruity scent mixed with the fragrance of moonlight and flowers completely envelops the senses, and the lips are only an inch apart, with intimacy just around the corner.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly at very close range, like the last tremor of a butterfly's wing tip as it lands on a petal.

Luo Ye was instantly stunned: No, she really dared to kiss him directly? That's not how it's done in the Gakka Game!