Thirty minutes before Lun Sui appeared in the Resting Room, he was sitting in his hotel room, holding a glass of wine. Mi Li had gone to the front desk to pick something up, and their flight was scheduled to leave F City that afternoon.
Suddenly, Lun Sui downed the wine in one gulp. The burning sensation in his throat did nothing to ease the restlessness and unease in his heart.
He reached up to rub his throbbing temples, trying to make himself feel better, but it was futile.
With a cold glint in his eyes, Lun Sui slowly closed them. In his mind, two figures appeared—one dressed in white, the other in black. They shared the same face: the one in white was Yu Chenxi, and the one in black was Lun Sui.
They were, after all, one person, occupying opposite hemispheres of the same brain.
"Go save her. Take her away," the white-clad Yu Chenxi rasped, addressing the black-clad Lun Sui.
