Xia Xin didn't stay long in Jiangli's room and left soon after.
Jiangli sat alone in the suite's living room for quite some time.
That night, her sleep was still uneasy, with dreams of endless blood-red skies, like layers of oppressive blood-red curtains weighing on her heart.
...
Elsewhere.
In the deep of night.
Fu Shiyan left Jiangli's room and returned to his own.
Duan Jianchuan and Qing Yue followed him in.
Seeing Fu Shiyan go to pour water, Qing Yue raised an eyebrow, supporting himself on the table, scrutinizing Fu Shiyan with a slightly provocative tone, "Third Brother, did you really sleep that long tonight?"
Fu Shiyan seemed to be in a good mood tonight; hearing Qing Yue's words didn't change his expression. He only glanced at him, set down the teapot, picked up a teacup, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Qing Yue sat opposite Fu Shiyan, half-smiling: "I just think Third Brother isn't someone easily outmaneuvered."
