Watching Xinyuan fix the bedroom door while he ate was a remarkably good sight for Wenzhi.
They had finally returned to their original house back in Sector one. After a thorough cleanup, they had spent the past four days completely holed up inside.
Wenzhi only ventured out occasionally to gather food, ensuring they remained entirely unseen.
In the meantime, Wenzhi had stayed in touch with Chenxi. Chenxi, Luhan and Ruixin had already crossed paths with Jiang Zhaohe. She had tracked them down, still effortlessly playing the part of the perfect, loyal friend.
For now, everyone was playing along with her lies, keeping her close while monitoring her every move.
Xinyuan was shirtless, the dark chain tattoo on his back flexing beautifully as he fitted a door into the broken frame.
Wenzhi watched the entire process with great satisfaction.
