"You've done enough for one evening," he said quietly, his voice carrying only for her.
Shuyin glanced at him, her expression calm, though a faint trace of genuine fatigue lingered beneath the surface, subtle, yet visible to him alone.
"So have you," she replied softly.
He did not deny it. Instead, his gaze swept the room one final time, confirming what he already knew: the key players had taken note, the desired impressions had been made, and the unnecessary ones had been efficiently neutralized.
"Shall we leave?" he asked.
Shuyin cast one last, unhurried look around the hall, not fixating on any single face, not acknowledging the whispers that still drifted among the remaining guests. Everything that needed to transpire had already done so.
"Yes," she said simply.
