The next morning.
Luna Collins curled up on the sofa beside the bed and slowly woke up.
She narrowed her eyes.
Although her consciousness was still a little fuzzy, she knew clearly where she was. She leaned forward in a daze and touched her forehead against Blackwood Fu's. When she felt that it was not hot, she leaned back.
On the way back, her eyes brushed across Blackwood Fu's left wrist in her blurred vision.
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