At 3:17 in the morning, the fluorescent tubes in the convenience store made a subtle buzzing sound, like the gasp of an old scalper before death. Zhou Yu was lowering his head to wipe the cashier counter. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the humid mist floating in from the window stuck to the collar on the back of his neck, making him feel cold and uncomfortable. The electronic clock on the counter made a slight "click" sound as it jumped, which combined with the ticking sound of the old mechanical watch on his wrist, formed the only rhythm in the night.
Xuan Tong was curled up in the cardboard box under the cashier, and the tip of her tail occasionally brushed against Zhou Yu's ankle. This jet-black cat is now much stronger than when we first met, and its hair is as shiny as if it had been brushed with ink. Only its amber eyes are astonishingly bright in the dim light. It yawned just now, and Zhou Yu caught a glimpse of the fine fangs deep in its mouth from the corner of his eye - they were proof that they were descendants of ancient spiritual beasts, and they were also his most reliable partners in the dark night.
With a "ding" sound, the glass door of the convenience store was pushed open, and the cold wind wrapped in the rain poured in. Zhou Yu subconsciously raised his head. After seeing the person clearly, his hand holding the rag paused. Su Li stood at the door, her hair dripping with water, the hem of her off-white coat wet, and her face paler than usual. The star pattern pendant around her neck glowed with a very faint silver light under the warm yellow light. Only Zhou Yu could see that light - it was a signal that the sealed ancient star power was restless.
"Why are you here now?" Zhou Yu's voice was very soft, with a hint of imperceptible concern. He took a pack of tissues from the shelf and handed it over, "It's raining heavily outside. You didn't bring an umbrella?"
