Outside their room window, in the cloak of night, two piercing eyes shone in the darkness, watching intently.
After a moment, the observer exhaled a deep, measured sigh, and the dim light revealed what seemed to be the shadow's lips curling into a faint smile.
Soon, the eerie shadow dissolved, giving way to the figure of beautiful woman.
Eveline, perched casually on a tree branch, an apple in one hand, her legs idly kicking at the cool night air.
"Not bad..." she murmured, her lips twisting into a knowing smile. It wasn't just Wang Xiao's performance in bed—though perhaps that played a part—it was something more.
She noticed the subtle shifts in him, transformations she wasn't sure were spurred by his recent humbling session with Maliketh or by his awareness of the profound impact he had on those around him.
Wang Xiao, perpetually walking forward, seemed to still harbor the youthfulness of someone pretending to age before his time.