March 24th, 6:47 AM
Former Gu Compound Courtyard
John Wang POV
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The morning was sharp with cold spring air brushing across my face as I opened my eyes. The weight across my chest was warm, soft, and breathing was slow. Yifei.
Her petite frame curled tighter, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as if she sensed I was trying to move.
To my left, Mu Qinglan had tangled herself in the thin blanket we'd shared, her leg hooked around mine like she was keeping me prisoner. Her cheek was bruised. There was blood in her hair. She looked serene. It didn't match the woman who'd slaughtered a dozen men two nights ago with laughter in her throat.
To my right, Jiang Roulan lay on her side, arms folded under her head, back turned toward me... but close enough that I could feel her quiet breathing.
I didn't even bother complaining.
My back ached, my shoulder throbbed, and yet... I didn't hate waking up like this.
