Hong Kong Island was humid. Inside the house, it was warm, the air stagnant. The courtyard was silent. There was a problem with the fireplace vent; cold air from outside poured back in, causing the flames to sway constantly, and the bizarre, twisting light made one's eyes ache.
Xu Si's recently curved lips tightened. She raised her hand, imitating his gesture, and extended her soft fingertips to wipe away his tears.
Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak. The next second, something covered her slender, fragile neck—soft and cool, yet sharp. It pressed against her carotid artery with immense force, compelling her to turn her head, her gaze landing on the entrance hall.
Xu Si's smile froze instantly; all words died in her throat.
Winter days were short, the light outside already fading.
The sun was about to set.
