January 2nd, 2032, Tianjin!
The previous night had passed in silence.
But the morning? A disaster in slow motion.
Everyone had gathered on the ground floor for breakfast, plates were laid, tea was poured. But there was someone extra at the table... Someone who shouldn't have been there.
Silence...
Only the scrape of cutlery and the occasional clink of porcelain stirred the grim atmosphere.
Fu Yuxin sat upright, her hair was neat, her pajamas crisp. Her eyes narrowed, just a faint redness remained, betraying the hell she endured last night. And yet, she chewed. Slow. Mechanical. Like rubber through her teeth.
Had she grown a thick skin?
Maybe.
