The sky was not yet light, and the outside of Red Tide City was still shrouded in a thin mist.
When Louis opened his eyes, the ceiling reflected a faint morning light.
He hadn't slept well, with the eerie sounds before the Brood Nest was burned down echoing in his mind.
He closed his eyes but couldn't dispel the unease and agitation.
The Red Tide Territory is safe now, but "now" never means "future."
He slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on the girl beside him.
Emily was quietly asleep, her long azure hair spread like water over the white pillowcase, her eyelashes slightly trembling, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
As if she was still immersed in the afterglow of last night.
Her hand tightly grasped the corner of his pajamas, like she was relying on him in her dreams, unwilling to let go.
"Last night, perhaps we were a bit too determined." Louis smiled wryly.
