*
[System: Host, I'm shutting down.]
"Got it." The beauty's cheeks were flushed, her gaze hazy as she carelessly let the wine glass roll to one side.
It made a crisp clinking sound.
"As expected," she murmured, climbing softly into bed and snuggling under the fluffy covers. Her voice was full of lazy contentment. "...Drunk again."
She closed her eyes as the sky in the distance began to show the first light of dawn.
Red light, blue light, and orange light crumpled together like a bolt of exquisite, flowing silk, tinged with a faint glow.
...Shen Lang had been on the run for two days.
She slept soundly, completely unaware that somewhere else, another person was wide awake, staring into the sleepless night.
Yun Mo buried himself in his work. His long lashes were slightly lowered, his eyes dark as ink, without a trace of sleepiness.
He gazed at the photograph on his desk.
