The hand Yu Zhizhi held the phone with suddenly trembled. Her eyes widened as she stared at the small, white device in disbelief—
'The Duke?!'
'Or am I just tired from playing all day and starting to hallucinate?'
Yu Zhizhi held the phone without a sound for a long moment. Water from her hair dripped down her neck, and she belatedly began to dry it with a towel.
After making that call during the day, the Duke had stayed in the pool for the entire day.
In Varolan's Imperial City, a rare storm had raged.
By evening, the rain had gradually subsided.
He rested against the edge of the pool, his snake tail resting at the bottom. The fingertips propping up his forehead were slightly pale.
The downpour had washed the bamboo leaves in the courtyard clean.
But the Duke's chest remained heavy, as if a massive stone were weighing upon it.
「Nightfall.」
The crescent moon was half-hidden.
The communicator worn on the Duke's ear suddenly lit up.
