"Aurelia," Mason Nightshade's deep, mellow voice suddenly sounded in her ear when Aurelia Shaw was about to fall asleep. She gave a drowsy "hmm" without opening her eyes.
Mason rubbed the shampoo into a lather in his palm, "When did you learn fighting skills?" He recalled that night in the alley by the bar, when she took down three men single-handedly.
The Aurelia he remembered was lively, cheerful, even a bit domineering. Anyone who met her couldn't help but be impressed, not just by her looks but by her bold personality.
However, the Aurelia he saw that night was completely different from the one he remembered and interacted with before, her eyes cold like those of an executioner.
Aurelia squinted and slowly opened her eyes. She thought for a while, seemingly recalling, "It was when I met you in M Nation."
Mason's actions froze.
