But none of it reached him.
To Shen Xiao, it felt like dawn had never come.
He paused by a tall window, the sheer white curtains billowing slightly in the morning breeze. His reflection stared back at him, a powerful, immaculately dressed man with eyes so dark and empty that even the light could not touch them.
He clenched his jaw tightly, the muscles along his chiseled face ticking as his hands curled into fists at his sides.
"Why… why is everything I touch turning to ashes?"
The thought pulsed through his veins like ice.
For a brief second, his gaze flickered down the corridor towards the master bedroom door, where Yueyao lay unconscious behind layers of locked darkness.
Then, without another glance, he turned and walked away, his polished shoes clicking softly against the marble as he disappeared down the silent, sunlit hall.
Outside, the city roared to life with morning traffic, but inside the mansion, only a suffocating stillness remained.
