One's Darkest Hour (2)

"Li Yang?"

The man raised his head, stared unsurely at her, as if wondering if it was actually her before nodding his head in greeting. He didn't exactly pull up to his feet and continued to stick with his spot on his house's porch, "Miss Lifen—what can I do for you?"

He was still polite as ever.

"What are you doing outside of your house?" Bo Lifen asked. She ignored his question and focused on the situation on hand. She looked down at the man seated down, and he didn't even stand to greet her properly. Was he too exhausted to even do that? There were no indicators at all. He didn't slouch, and there were no visible bags underneath his eyes.

He didn't even sigh, he only smiled briefly.

"Getting some fresh air, I suppose."