She stood, stretched her limbs with a low groan, and made her way to the bedroom.
The quiet padded hum of the suite accompanied her as she walked, the weight of exhaustion pulling heavier with each step.
Her body hadn't fully recovered from the fights earlier, and the adrenaline that had carried her through the day had finally drained away, leaving a raw, dragging fatigue in its place.
The master bedroom was dim, lit only by the faint glow spilling in from the hallway. Qingran didn't bother turning on the lights.
She tossed her jacket over the chair in the corner, peeled off her boots, and collapsed into the bed.
The mattress was soft and cool, it seemed to absorb every ache in her bones.
She stared up at the ceiling for a while, listening to the faint hum of the city outside and the low, distant howls of the infected below.
Even here, forty floors up, the world didn't feel so far away.
"Lingquan.." she murmured, not bothering to raise her voice.
[Yes, host?]
