The man on the balcony finally made a move.
When Baili Xia's slender fingers fell upon the bracelet, he turned around to face her, reaching out to part the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Baili Xia's fingertips tensed, every inch of her fingertips strained with force.
Yet, in the instant his hand touched the curtains, that familiar aura surged entirely into her heart.
This bastard!
She bit her lip, her fingers pulling away as she stared incredulously at the man stepping in from the balcony.
Long legs entering, he brought with him traces of icy cold air and the scent of the night.
For some reason, she found him particularly suited to the night.
It seemed as though only in the darkness could he live recklessly, unapologetically free.
A man drawn to shadow...
"Why are you here?" she demanded. When she left, he had been mingling with the Old Madam at the venue, deep in amicable conversation.
And yet, within mere moments, he was already here.
