When he spoke again, his voice had lost that casual lilt. "Where are you staying?"
"Grand Horizon. Penthouse."
He gave a low whistle. "Bold."
"Only if I stay too long."
"Fine. I'll send someone to hover nearby in case you need an extraction. You'll have backup within an hour or more. But this isn't a rescue mission, Qingran. You've got three days. Then I'm dragging you out myself, now that you're in Guyoung, I'll worry less if you're by my side"
"Three is all I need."
"You always say that," he muttered. "Try not to die. I'd be annoyed."
She smiled faintly. "You'd miss me."
"That too."
The call ended.
Qingran slipped the phone into a side compartment and crouched near the edge of the rooftop. The sun had just dipped behind the skyline, leaving the streets bathed in a rust-orange gloom. If the city was falling apart, it was doing it beautifully.
