บท 405: Mobley’s Ambition

At the headquarters of the Snowflake Card Artisan Team, Mobley was looking at the invitation in his hand and thinking hard. He opened his communications card. "Are you free, Miss Qing Qing?"

"Is something up, Captain Mobley?" Qing Qing's ethereal voice was as wispy as the clouds.

Mobley felt a pang in his heart. His feeling of estrangement hadn't changed since the beginning, and he still hadn't closed the distance between them. He didn't know how he should bring her—that woman who had no business appearing among humans—closer to him. She didn't need to deliberately show anything; the cold alienation exuded from her bones was nearly suffocating Mobley.