Inside the underground bar.
White paper butterflies fluttered in mid-air, fanning their wings in unison. The frequency of their beating wings created a resonance, and the "swish swish" sound engulfed all around.
Ji Minghuan hung his head low, tightly holding Kong Youling in his arms, his gaze fixed on Ayase Origami and Jack the Ripper.
At that moment, Kong Youling, like a little cat, broke free of his embrace, agilely and lightly slipping out of his arms. A strand of her white hair lightly brushed against his cheek and then slid past his arm.
Ji Minghuan was taken aback for a moment, but quickly reacted, raising his head to shout:
"Kong Youling!"
The white-haired girl raised her arms, shielding in front of him.
She raised her eyelids with a tremble, her light-sensitive red eyes glowing brightly in the dark, staring straight into Origami's eyes.
