The next morning, Xia Weiwei stood in front of the mirror and tied her long hair into a high ponytail.
She had chosen a white blouse, fitted black trousers, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. The outfit was simple enough for university but still elegant.
When she picked up her bag and turned around, she found Mo Shian leaning against the closet entrance and watching her.
He was already dressed for work in a dark suit. The dragon pendant was hidden beneath his shirt, resting against his chest.
Weiwei had not yet finished making the real pendant, but seeing him that morning reminded her of the design waiting inside her home studio.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked.
"I'm wondering whether I should send more guards with you."
Weiwei paused.
"More?"
Mo Shian's expression remained calm, but his answer exposed him.
"How many guards are you already sending?"
"Two."
"Shian, I am going to university, not a battlefield."
"Universities can also be dangerous."
