The morning rain drifted like strands of silver, weaving through the sky. I had not slept all night, the sound of the rain outside mirroring my chaotic state of mind. As soon as the sky turned a pale grey, I dialed Qi Meyan’s number.
"Good morning, Xier." His voice, warm and smooth as jade, came through the receiver, carrying its usual reassuring strength.
I felt myself relax just a fraction. "Have you left the house yet?"
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