I pushed the needle through the fabric one last time before setting the embroidery hoop carefully on the arm of the chair.
Cocking my head to the side, I looked toward him. "I was never really into watching, but I guess to each their own."
Lingyun's page stopped turning as he looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face as if he was already planning something.
Yuche remained beside the window, one hand resting against the frame while he studied the men outside. His expression hadn't changed much, but there was something sharper in the way he held himself now. The quiet softness he carried inside the hobby room had disappeared beneath the man who had survived by noticing every little detail.
