The next day.
Tang Yue opened his eyes, feeling the soreness in his waist.
Fu Ye's arm was wrapped around him, his even breath brushing against the back of Tang Yue's neck.
He gently moved the arm away, the motion so practiced it was as if he had done it countless times.
Fu Ye mumbled in his sleep, rolled over, and sank back into deep slumber.
Tang Yue sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the man's profile.
Not long after.
The phone on the bedside table began to vibrate.
Tang Yue swiftly grabbed it and walked barefoot to the window to answer. The voice on the other end was hurried and tense, and his expression gradually froze.
"Is it confirmed? How many people are infected?" he asked in a lowered voice.
He pulled back a corner of the curtain as more details came through the phone. Tang Yue's fingers unconsciously tightened around the fabric.
A plague.
White Town.
Widespread transmission.
His thoughts raced.
White Town was a transportation hub. It had to be sealed off immediately to prevent the spread.
Medical resources needed to be mobilized, and the Judgment Association had to investigate the source.
"I'll be there right away."
He hung up, and when he turned around, he had already put on the composed expression of the Judgment Association's Deputy Chief Judge.
Fu Ye was awake, reclining against the headboard as he looked at him.
"Something happened?"
"A plague has broken out in White Town."
"The situation is bad. I have to go there immediately."
Fu Ye did not ask any further questions. He threw back the covers and got up.
His movements were just as swift.
"Do you need me to come with you?"
Tang Yue paused while buttoning his clothes.
"Alright."
"Understood, Deputy Chief