"Dora?"
Ji Xiaodao glanced somewhat unexpectedly at the man beside her, who stood quietly in the center of the shadow, his pupils as dark as ink, seemingly indifferent to everything, and asked curiously, "Why are you calling her?"
Predictably, she received no answer.
And to this, the girl who was long accustomed to such behavior merely blinked, then tossed the "Edon's Hymn" back to Mo, who casually shoved it back into the bookshelf, smiled faintly, and turned to leave the study.
Being with this person had never been pleasant for a single day, yet she never intended to leave this dead silent place...
Oftentimes, Ji Xiaodao wondered why she was so resolutely determined to stay here, even though she was not welcomed by anyone.
