The next morning, dawn's light was faint.
Li Qiao was still deep in sleep, her body nestled against the man's, her sleeping face peaceful, no longer exhibiting her usual cool indifference.
Shang Yu's arm was draped over her, with his head propped up on his hand, tracing her silhouette through the hazy light.
The cellphone on the bedside table lit up soundlessly. The man glanced at it, then lowered his head to kiss Li Qiao's cheek, got out of bed, and left the bedroom.
In the living room's lounge area, Xi Luo sat casually at the bar, sipping her drink at leisure. Occasionally, she smacked her lips, savoring the flavor of the alcohol with evident enjoyment.
The sound of steady footsteps came from the direction of the staircase. Xi Luo swirled her glass as she looked over, her eyebrows raising nonchalantly.
