Bai Qiuwu woke up from her bed, and it was already deep into the night.
She sat up, raised her hand to rub her nose, sighed leaning against the bed head, then opened her eyes.
Her pupils still hurt slightly, sometimes bright red, sometimes pitch black, with glimpses of golden-red flames flickering on and off, the side effects of overusing her Eyes of Golden Flame persisted.
Moonlight streamed through the clean white curtains, casting hazy shadows on the floor covered with a cool mat.
A night breeze brushed her cheek, and she thought again of the strange thing that had appeared in the Old Jingmai District today.
"I thought it was the one who had kidnapped my brother... but it turned out it wasn't, I guess I owe it a thank you,"