"Click," a crisp sound echoed as the office door opened and the black-haired girl slowly stepped inside.
Stopping three steps away from Su Ming'an, she knew he was very cautious, and if she moved any closer, she would startle him awake.
She observed Su Ming'an's face, guarded even in sleep.
A long sword was firmly grasped in his hand, his neck lit with a blue light, seemingly an automatically triggered Defensive Barrier, shielding himself tightly like a curled-up hedgehog.
She gazed at him through the blood-red sunlight that filled the room, as if a hazy fog separated them, his sleeping form still radiating alertness and distance.
…This man truly seemed like he had paranoia, fearing that someone in this safe city might still harm him.
She stood in place, staring for a long time, as memories in her mind gradually seemed to awaken. Although she had amnesia, since meeting him, it felt as though some memories were coming back to her.
