A Shared Swim

Brown ankle boots, tight-fitting jeans, and a jacket the same color as the boots, along with a hat and scarf. She had also left behind the tube that was usually slung over her body.

After changing into winter clothes, Nero, who was strolling slowly in front of Boss Luo, looked like nothing more than an unconventional girl with white hair in the city.

No one could have imagined anything more about her past, present, or future.

As they walked through the bustling city, Luo Qiu noticed a kind of excitement in Nero that was different from before.

In front of a cake shop's display window, she had both hands pressed against the glass, barely stopping herself from sticking her face to it as she stared fixedly at a matcha cake that had just been put on display.

"Want some?" Luo Qiu asked curiously—she had only eaten breakfast in the hotel suite about half an hour ago, and there had been quite a lot of it.

Nero nodded. Obeying her body's instincts, she clapped her hands together and pleaded, "Boss! Please buy me one. I don't have any money."

That poor yet open smile left Luo Qiu with no choice but to walk into the cake shop. He came back out with the packaged matcha cake.

"Thank you, Boss!" Nero walked along happily, eating the cake.

She looked like a little girl enjoying the winter sunlight... If danger suddenly appeared at a time like this, would she still be able to keep that poor yet open smile, as though she were telling the world what she had originally been like?

"Strictly speaking, Miss Nero shouldn't have any trouble with money."

Nero replied as though it were only natural, "That wouldn't have happened before. As for Michael's Club, it basically has secret