The city woke up from its deep sleep as the night scene receded into the horizon.
After working hard for the whole night, Ai Hui let out a yawn. He had yet to fully understand the nuances of the [Life and Death Flower Sacrificial Art]. He did have some ideas about it, slightly setting his mind at ease.
He would first need to test out whether or not One Thousand Yuan would be injured if he died, or rather, if she would care about him. Controlling the Flower of Death might sound easy, but in reality, Ai Hui had no idea how to execute it.
The game had just begun.
After greeting Lou Lan drowsily, Ai Hui lay down and fell into a deep sleep. For the past few weeks, he had been travelling nonstop, and his mind was stretched taut. Only when he came home could he then relax.