Lu Family Mansion, 21:30;
Xi Yuan's eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy as the faint glow of the room greeted him. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, his gaze locking onto the soft amber light of the lamp positioned on the side table near the corner couch. A crease formed between his brows as he blinked, his vision sharpening on the glaring white digits of the clock. How long had he been out?
His muscles tensed, urgency sparking in his chest as he climbed off the bed. Sliding on his home slippers, he strode toward the room's entrance with purpose, his fingers brushing the cool metal of the doorknob. Only one thought consumed him as he turned it: Was she okay?
The man moved swiftly through the corridor bordering the backyard, his sharp gaze drifting toward the windows as he passed. Xi Fang and Xi Ying were both engrossed in phone calls, their expressions tight with determination.
