The sunlight on the open balcony was just right. A woman sat on a white chair, seaweed-like long hair flowing behind her, her long and thick eyelashes drooping, her skin as white as porcelain, her lips a rich crimson. Her eyes had a slightly pale hue. When she looked at people, there was a distant and cool demeanor, but inexplicably it did not provoke dislike because her eyes always held a smile when she looked at anyone.
Aurelia curled up in the chair, the sun slightly glaring, her peach blossom eyes half-closed, delicate brows gently furrowed.
She had stayed here for several days, yet Mason Nightshade hadn't replied to her messages during these days.
She knew that phones could be turned off during missions, but for nearly a week to go missing like this was definitely not normal.
She had a vague feeling that Adrian Cooper was hiding something from her and wanted to keep her here, not wanting her to leave.
"Aurelia." An old voice suddenly sounded behind her.
