The conversation stretched on until the night slowly faded away.
They talked of possibilities and futures, with Cattaleya more animated than usual, her eyes shining not just from the wine but from genuine anticipation of what lay ahead. For once, she allowed herself to look forward with something close to excitement.
Before either of them realized it, morning crept in. The light of dawn spilled through the windows, chasing away the shadows of the night. The lamps had burned low, their faint glow barely visible against the growing brightness.
Catt stretched, groaning softly as she rolled her shoulders. "Well, I should get going," she finally said.
Lin Mu tilted his head. "Going where?"
