The next day, the bright morning sun filtered through the high, arched windows of the Spirit Hall palace, casting long paths of brilliant white light across the polished marble floors.
Despite the fresh, pristine aesthetic of the imperial structure, Huo Yue was weakly walking down the grand hallway, her footsteps sluggish and uneven.
She looked incredibly tired, her usually immaculate posture completely drooping, and her face carried a deep, pale exhaustion that standard meditation couldn't seem to wash away.
Haoran.... is an absolute, relentless beast.
She thought, a shiver running down her spine as her mind involuntarily flashed back to the vivid, frantic memories of the previous night inside the sealed kiosk.
They had done it all night, pushing past the boundaries of standard physical endurance, so thoroughly that she haven't even gotten a single wink of sleep.
The sun had already reached its apex in the sky before the storm of their passion finally subsided.
