The sunlight of the old mansion fell upon the lion statues.
Leaning against the stone wall of the courtyard, Lu Nanjin stood in silence for a while, and when the voices from the inner courtyard ceased, she also left without a sound, walking for a dozen steps until she reached the end of the alley.
Song Ci, who was squatting and smoking, felt a pat on his shoulder.
"For you."
Lu Nanjin handed over the suit jacket she had draped over herself.
Perhaps it was because she had drunk Lion Awakening Wine, but her mind was still a mess… There was a sense of hangover confusion, which was quite inappropriate for a messenger of the Judgement Institute who, every day of the year without a break, wielded a knife to cut people.
Moreover, getting drunk and spending the night outside with a man sounded a bit…indecent.
