The soft glow of the computer screen reflected in her clear black and white eyes, and Yan Xiaye's crimson lips were tightly pursed. She couldn't be as optimistic about the future as Yin Baiyan, her heart still hung in mid-air, uncertain. However, contacting Yin Baiyan did put her somewhat at ease.
The feeling of fighting alone was absolutely terrible. This time, no matter what inconceivable bastardly things Qin Jingyi might do, she at least had someone to discuss strategies with.
Stretching out her fingers, she gently closed the computer and sat on the tatami by the window, looking out.
At this moment, the lights outside were just coming on, with moonlight and neon lights reflecting off each other, casting a glow on her delicate and petite figure.
In the darkness, she rubbed the center of her brow with a tired expression, sincerely hoping that things would go smoothly from here on out.
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