On Ascension Day, dark clouds blanketed the sky.
The pitch-black rain clouds hung like heavy curtains, completely blocking out the sunlight. The oppressive air and gloomy weather seemed to foreshadow the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the calm.
Li Ye had also made his final preparations.
He had put on formal attire and even pinned a Rose Knot badge symbolizing his status as an Inquisitor to his chest. Then, very carefully, he wiped down the narrow-rimmed golden glasses he wore so often with an alcohol wipe.
Luo Ji leaned against the doorframe, sizing up Li Ye with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
All along, Li Ye had struck him as an extremely professional and utterly calm, rational person—a cold machine capable of eliminating every unnecessary emotion for the sake of a mission.
But now, for the first time, Luo Ji saw an utterly incongruous trace of warmth on Li Hua's face?
"Those glasses—are they important?" he asked.
"Mm. My daughter gave them to me." At the mention of the glasses, a faint smile actually appeared on Li Ye's stern, rigid face.
"Oh—wait, you have a daughter?!"
Luo Ji was caught completely off guard. He stared wide-eyed at Li Ye. "You—you're married?!"
In his imagination, how could someone like Li Ye—a ruthless, emotionless machine for carrying out missions—possibly get married?
"First, I'm a man. Second, being an Inquisitor is my job. What's wrong with me getting married?"
Li Ye stopped wiping the glasses, and the corner of his mouth twitched stiffly. He seemed somewhat speechless.
"Someone like you—can actually get married and even have a daughter?" Luo Ji couldn't help commenting.
"Oh, sorry to disappoint you."
Li Ye lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, as if checking whether there was anywhere on the glasses he had missed.
The atmosphere