Clack——
Wooden beads clash, resonating crisply in the Open Realm.
"Found... it?"
Lou Luchuan appears unmoved, but his shallow eyes have crushed the darkness that almost drowned him. His Adam's apple rolls, his voice slightly hoarse. Below the calm exterior, tumultuous waves surge.
The woman's lips do not shift from their eerie curve. "Yes. Would you like to see it now?"
Lou Luchuan barely replies, just lifts his foot and walks away.
He completely discards Jiang Ruan from his mind; his pace shatters the usual calm indifference. His tense back reveals just how much he cares about this so-called little sister.
The door closes.
Jiang Ruan stares at it and chuckles.
"The only remaining bit of human warmth is reserved for a sister he has never met."
She doesn't even know how to judge such a man anymore.
Jiang Ruan stands and walks to the door.
Without surprise, she finds it already locked.
