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At the corner of the Huangpu River, Wang Xiao sat on the frosty grass. The winter sun hung tight, its light sharp but cold, reflecting off the rippling water.

The December air bit at his skin, but he didn't care. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily in the crisp air.

The scene so picturesque it could make poets cry.

How long had it been since he just sat here?

Behind him, Black Lotus stood stiff, looking about as comfortable as a cat in a dog park.

Why the hell did he drag me here? Her mind — panicked. Does he want to isolate me for some evil plan? Should I just strangle him with my laces and call it a day? She quickly dismissed the thought. Nah, this bastard's tougher than steel. She'd just ruin her boots.

"You gonna take off that little mask of yours?" Wang Xiao asked casually, not even bothering to look back.

Black Lotus tensed.