The chimes of Big Ben slowly faded away, replaced by the evening breeze gently blowing from beyond the horizon.
Bathed in moonlight by the windowsill, Ayase Origami held Xia Pingzhou in her arms. The girl's pale eyelids hung low as she raised her right hand, gently stroking his hair.
In fact, even Ji Minghuan couldn't understand why he was so anxious and unsettled; perhaps it was because tomorrow he would meet Kong Youling in London.
Just thinking of Kong Youling being right in front of him, wearing hospital garb and a metal collar around her neck, yet being forced to ignore her, weighed down his heart. It felt like a rupture inside him, panic seeping out uncontrollably, the more he tried to plug it, the more it leaked out, choking him.
He could act nonchalant with everyone else, but not with Kong Youling.
Could he really...really stay calm then? If Kong Youling got hurt in this London operation, could he still remain indifferent?
