After finishing her meal, Lory changed into a tracksuit and stepped outside. Soon, her steady rhythm carried her through the quiet streets, breath measured, footsteps light.
From afar, Zhao Li Xin followed in silence, leaping from rooftop to tree, from tree to shadowed ledge, his presence hidden, his attention never wavering. His eyes remained fixed on her and on everything that dared to move within her vicinity.
Clad in dark gray, Lory ran through the neighborhood, the early calm broken only by the sound of her breathing. After an hour, she finally slowed to a stop to check her heartbeat when the low purr of an engine drew too close. Suddenly, a shiny convertible sedan rolled up beside her.
Lory played it cool, but her whole body went on alert. Her expression turned solemn, fingers curling slightly, ready to summon a weapon from the spatial ring at her hand.
