In the fair light, the thick night outside the window formed a stark contrast.
Against this stark contrast, the woman's jet-black hair trailing to her waist, her tightly knitted brows and eyes, as well as her pale, almost ghastly, complexion, became even more dazzling.
"My energy is limited, Yanshen."
Her voice involuntarily softened, although her state had not yet recovered to what it had been before.
But she hadn't realized that she had gradually shifted from the earlier restlessness and gloom to a state of calm and gentleness.
Why had such a change occurred?
Yao Qing wasn't thinking about these things now, she was ignoring them, and often what one ignores could be the most important.
The man's gaze met hers, like an evenly matched chess game.
The hacker is more resilient and stronger than his opponent and has enough contingency.
