Chi Huan left the building before realizing that it was a notorious den of vice in Lancheng, tucked beneath a restaurant in the city center.
Everyone knew it yet unspokenly agreed not to mention it; rumors had it that it was Xiao Yu's territory.
She walked home with a blank mind.
Sitting beside the coffee table, she bent her head down and hugged it, lost in thought.
"If you can't manage to keep Mo Shiqian in Lancheng by tomorrow when he returns to Paris..."]
He was going back to Paris. His trip to Lancheng was probably just to take care of some business, and giving her a hand was just incidental. Now that his business was finished, he was heading back and might never return. And even if he did... they would have no further contact.
Their paths were meant to diverge.
She had no idea how long it had been when she stood up, her legs numb from poor blood circulation due to staying stationary for so long that she nearly fell.
