Evan slept very soundly that night, and did not struggle to get out of bed until after ten o'clock the next day.
After washing and getting dressed, Evan yawned as he came into the living room and saw the purple figure on the sofa at a glance.
Sir Mark sat on the sofa with lifeless eyes. He didn't even look up when he saw Evan coming. If it weren't for the sense of connection coming from the seal on the back of his hand, Evan really suspected that Mark had completely turned into a stone statue.
"Hey, Xiaolan, good morning." Evan took the initiative to greet her.
"Morning---m---a---s---t---e---r---." Mark responded word by word, like a robot that had run out of power.
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