C28 His Wounds

Even if the sun had receded a few hours ago, it certainly didn't feel like it in Mo Jingyao's bedroom. The room was brightly lit, with its small chandeliers glistening over the bright lamps that hovered on each side of his bed. Her feet pressed against the carpeted floor, and Yu Se squinted her eyes. It was far too bright in this room, even for her.

She turned to Lu Chiang