When Hua Yichao arrived, the lamps were still lit in the room. Clearly, she hadn’t slept; she was still waiting.
He paused for a moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside. A cursory glance told him the room was empty. Given the tight security surrounding the quarters, Hua Yichao felt no concern. He sat down at the table, composed and relaxed, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Light footsteps sounded from behind him.
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