The next day, the distant horizon was tinged with a layer of pale white.
The Ritz Carlton No.1 Presidential Suite, in the bedding of the large bed.
Ye Huan had his eyes open.
But his current state was…
Sunken eyes, pale skin, eyes filled with bloodshot veins…
Clearly looking like he was "at death's door."
Lilith was holding onto Ye Huan's arm, her entire being radiant, her golden hair sparkling, and her spirits in excellent condition.
The states of the two people were completely different, forming a stark contrast!
Ye Huan gritted his teeth and asked weakly, "When are you returning to the West?"
"Don't worry, two days ago I already had Diana book the return flight tickets."
"8 AM this morning, direct flight from Capital City International Airport to New York."
"One more hour."
Lilith's voice was gentle and spirited.
Ye Huan let out a big sigh of relief.
"Is it necessary, you seem so eager for me to return to the West?" Lilith pouted.
