C1542 The Protection of the God of Fate

At night, the Origin Mall was enveloped in tranquility.

Gone was the daytime clamor, allowing even the sound of one's own breathing to be distinctly audible.

Yao Ziyan had long since grown accustomed to this quietude.

Her circadian rhythm was set just a bit behind Lo Chuan's.

Not exactly delayed, but her sleep schedule was just slightly shorter than his