35. Vengeful Spirit: Thalia's Madness(13)

Zhou Wei is leisurely sipping his hot chamomile tea. His pink tongue licked the rim of the cup, carefully gulping down the content. He is lounged around in the living room, enjoying his teatime alone. His eyes never left his monitor.

Books scattered on the rectangle, glossy wooden table. Papers with unrecognizable handwriting littered on the floor, blown away by the wind from the turning ceiling fan. Zhou Wei took no notice of them as his focus is more on the laptop in front of him. Rows of lengthy words and sentences filled the monitor. He is evidently in the middle of doing his assignment. No one is home except him.

"I'm home." Asyraf's tired voice interrupted the silence of the house. His tousled auburn hair is messy, and the peach blossom orbs are laced with a sliver of sleepiness.

Zhou Wei glanced at the round, black clock hanging on the wall. 12.30 p.m. It's indeed the time for most morning classes to finish.

"Welcome home."