Without saying anything more, Baili Xia put the bracelet back into her pocket and returned to the Sihai Residence with Xiaoyao.
...In the afternoon, she spent some time reading a book in her room.
For some reason, her mind was unsettled, repeatedly replaying the moment when Mu Xiaojiu dropped that blood onto the chair while dining.
She promised herself not to care, not to mind, yet that scene, that drop of blood, lingered in her mind.
Unable to focus on the book, Baili Xia lay down on the bed, planning to take a nap.
But after an hour of tossing and turning, she still couldn't fall asleep.
Finally, she casually took out two pills and swallowed them, which made her drift into a drowsy sleep.
In her dream, there was always that figure, that fragrance so familiar it breaks the heart, perpetually surrounding her.
She wanted to push him away, but couldn't.
She wanted to run, but her legs felt heavy as lead, unable to escape.
