After being awake for a day and a half, Rong Yan was actually very, very tired. In a place where she could feel safely relaxed, the fatigue washed over her like a tide, and she soon drifted into slumber without much effort.
The warm orange light was adjusted to be very soft, not hurting the eyes at all. All around was the familiar scent of mint, which made her feel extremely at ease.
Rong Yan's shoulders relaxed, letting herself sink into darkness...
*
In the cabin lounge, the decor in black, gray, and blue tones was steady and grand. The interiors were mainly in shades of gray, except for the black sofa and coffee table. There were only a few sporadic dark blue decorations. It was clear that the owner's personality was meticulous like this decor—cold, hard, and strong.
"Sit."
Li Shengxiao was the first to sit down, took out the tea set, and poured a cup of tea for Chu Aotian, placing it on the coffee table in front of him.
