"Sigh…"
Su Xiaobai exhaled, slow and heavy, like a condemned man savoring his last moments of peace. The calm didn't feel earned—it was the calm of a fool too tired to fight fate anymore.
Beside him, Zhu Qing stood, violet lightning flickering at her fingertips, her lips curled in that infuriating almost-smile that screamed trouble.
The same woman who once crushed him with her presence now felt… manageable.
Not soft—hell no—but maybe a little less murdery.
"What the hell changed?" he muttered under his breath, half hoping, someone would answer.
A nasty thought whispered back: "Is it because your thing is throbbing inside her now?"
He shoved it down. Didn't matter. None of it mattered. Right now, there was only the damn door—towering, ancient, and smug, as though it enjoyed blocking their way.
"How do we open it?" he asked, rubbing his temples.
