Late at night, one in the morning.
Mo Shangjun yawned, turned over in bed and got up, inadvertently tugging at the wound on her arm, causing her to frown in pain.
The bedroom curtains were drawn, and the view was pitch black, but Mo Shangjun heard Ya Tianxing talking in the living room. The sound was blocked by the door, coming through intermittently, making it hard to hear what he was saying.
In fact, most of the time, Ya Tianxing didn't speak.
Mo Shangjun raised her hand to rub her temples, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She hadn't rested much these days, first engaging in outdoor confrontations, then exchanging hostages, and finally preparing reports. The events kept coming, so when Ya Tianxing booked a room, she just washed up and slept.
However... Ya Tianxing seemed to have never rested.
Mo Shangjun pushed open the door, and the light from the living room shone in, a bit dazzling. She instinctively squinted her eyes.
