"That's a good idea."
Hong Bo smiled faintly as she lifted the glass to her lips.
She had already drunk more juice than she could bear, but she had no choice—she had overdone it earlier, and now she was the only one still drinking.
So she kept sipping, slowly, quietly, while her eyes wandered across the people around her.
Perhaps this was one of the very few traits she had carried with her from her previous life: the ability to observe.
She had never used it much before. In the past, she preferred to live in ignorance, to pretend she did not see. Yet she had always been intuitive, always sensitive to the currents moving within a room.
She could read the atmosphere with startling precision. She could recognize the gentle glances, the ones filled with affection for her, just as easily as she could feel the sharp sting of envy hidden in another's eyes.
