บท 92: The mysterious gift

YIREN'S POV

"I hate adulting," I mutter, every muscle in my body protesting. Last night was amazing, but the morning after? Not so much. And now, I have to drag myself out of bed to make a living. Oh, the joy.

I stretch my arm, expecting to find Jun still asleep next to me, but—nothing. Instead, there's a fresh red rose and an envelope where he should be. I take a sniff of the rose, smiling at its soft scent, before noticing the envelope feels heavier than a typical note. Curiosity piqued, I open it to find a small USB drive with his initials, FJ, etched on it.

His note reads: