8.39 You Will Tell Me

The two women were, unmistakably, alive and kicking.

Lu Yizhou took a seat on Luca's left, just like yesterday, his head full of brewing storm. Either he was hallucinating everything last night, or the two women here were really a ghost just like 666 had claimed, Lu Yizhou couldn't think of any other explanation.

Ji Yan gingerly sat himself opposite Lu Yizhou, all the while giving Luca a tight-lipped smile. Gone was his sunny and carefree disposition, and in its place was only caution and wariness. He was the most experienced one among them all, no one knew more than him how unusual and uncommon Diana's death was. "Good morning, Master Luca."

"Good morning, Lady Ji Yan," Luca replied smoothly with a smile on his face. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

The mention of sleep seemed to make Ji Yan even more guilty. "Yes, I did…"