「On the evening of the ninth day.」
Su Yaoyao stood alone on the highest terrace of the castle, gazing at the splendid sunset in the distance. The ten-day agreement was about to expire, and the pressure was mounting.
'Perhaps the only way to avoid this war was to find some middle ground.'
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from behind her:
"It seems you haven't wasted these past nine days."
Su Yaoyao didn't turn around. She knew who it was. Lan Yi Jialuo had appeared on the terrace at some point, silent as a ghost.
"The feeling is mutual," Su Yaoyao replied calmly. "Your fleet must be in position by now, I presume?"
Lan Yi didn't deny it. He walked to Su Yaoyao's side and joined her in watching the sunset. The golden afterglow fell on the hard lines of his profile, slightly softening his coldness.
"Tomorrow is the tenth day." Lan Yi's voice betrayed no emotion. "I need your answer, Su Yaoyao."
