__Somewhere else outside Zenon__
Lory was absentmindedly mixing the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks when the old television across the room crackled with breaking news. Flames and debris filled the screen, the footage grainy and unstable. She glanced at it briefly, without a hint of surprise or alarm, only mild recognition.
Then called out lazily, "Honeeyyy—you're on TV."
"Hm?" Zhao Li Xin came out of the kitchen at an unhurried pace, carrying a plate of chicken breast and a small bowl of sauce. He sat down beside her, following her gaze to the screen.
The footage replayed the moment he had destroyed the aircraft the night before, crimson light ripping through the darkness. Zhao Li Xin's expression remained perfectly calm.
"Do you want more sauce?" he asked, clearly uninterested in the spectacle on the screen.
