The night was thick with darkness.
The ancient capital, a city with a thousand-year history, blazed with brilliant, dazzling lights. The vibrant colors shimmered against the deep night sky.
All the warmth and liveliness remained inside the magnificent clubhouse, leaving only a scattering of stars in the sky outside.
The late autumn breeze sent a chill seeping into her skin, and Lianne Lianne shivered.
'The temperature has dropped sharply since daytime. It's so cold now.'
She stopped dwelling on it and slipped into the car.
The car's interior was spacious. As soon as Lianne Lianne sat down, she looked up and met the eyes of Seth Sinclair, who was seated directly across from her. For just a moment, it was as if the faint whir of a turning gear hissed past her ear. But his gaze slid over her nonchalantly, as if scanning empty air, and he said nothing.
It was Ethan Sinclair, sitting beside him, who fixed his gaze on her and asked, "How much did you drink?"
