Shen Mo had a restless night.
Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Bai Youwei, shrouded in gloom and vulnerability, haunted him. She sat silent in the shadows, blending into the darkness, or perhaps becoming the darkness itself. A hint of wickedness in her demeanor, yet she was not one you could easily hate.
This was always the case—
Ignored and pitied;
Intended to help, but irked by her infuriatingly stubborn demeanor.
Shen Mo had carried out many tasks, complex, dangerous, urgent, but none had given him such a headache as this one.
He was pretty annoyed.
...
It was five in the morning. The daylight was just breaking when Shen Mo awoke.
He got up and went to Bai Youwei's room.
He had left hastily the night before, mainly to put a stop to her sullen behavior. But leaving her alone in the room left him uneasy, given her volatile temper, he was worried she might stir up some new trouble either for him or for herself.
