C1765 You Are Different from Them

After dinner, Lo Chuan sprawled on the couch, utterly content and motionless, resembling a salted fish. Yao Ziyan, seated nearby, was engrossed in her novel, the light screen from her magic mobile casting a glow on her focused face. Her serene presence seemed to encapsulate the essence of peaceful times.

Lo Chuan had been swamped lately. Unlike Moonbrook