Chapter 89: Du Juan
The girl’s response was a simple, breezy laugh.
Her hands moved with startling precision, deft fingers shuffling the deck with the smooth grace of someone who had done this a thousand times, in darker corners, for far higher stakes.
Swish tap flip.
Fang Jingyi squinted, watching the flurry of motion with a dizzy kind of awe.
"Ugh... your hands are too fast. Hic I’m gettin’ seasick just lookin’ at ’em."
She slumped back slightly, then blinked and pointed clumsily.
"Alright... hic what was your name again?"
"Du Juan," the girl said lightly, not pausing as she dealt the cards with sharp, practiced flicks, each landing perfectly in place.
Fang Jingyi gave a big, enthusiastic nod. "Du Juan, huh? Nice name! Very bird-like. Sounds fast."
She clutched her cards dramatically to her chest. "Let’s see if you can fly after I crush you!"
With a theatrical flourish, she scooped up her hand.
Her eyes darted over the cards... then her lips curled into a victorious smirk.