The inn room door closed.
Olivia stood in the center of the room, looking down at the pink dress she was wearing.
The tear at the collar ran from the chest all the way down, the ribbon broken, the two pieces of fabric hanging loose on either side.
She brushed her left high twin tail over her shoulder, then back.
“Miss Liliana. Could you excuse us?”
Liliana stood by the door holding the cardboard box with the figurine.
Her green cat ears perked up.
She looked at the tear on Olivia’s collar, then at her face.
“Then I’ll sleep at Zijiang’s place tonight.”
That made sense.
After last night, they had come to realize the terror of their combination skill.
If they shared a bed again, they might end up overlapping tomorrow morning.
Liliana pulled the door shut.
Footsteps faded down the hallway, then the next room’s door opened and closed.
Olivia reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
The pink fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled at her ankles.
She picked up the dress from the floor, turned it over, and examined the tear at the collar.
The ribbon’s cut was clean—slashed by a dagger.
The fabric was torn about a hand’s length.
It couldn’t be fixed.
“Mmph. What a shame…”
She stopped, tossed the dress onto the bed.
‘Wait, what am I saying…’
Her heart resisted, but she felt a twinge of regret—why was that…?
She stood by the bed, her silver-white high twin tails hanging in front of her shoulders.
She was only wearing her underwear.
She reached up and pulled the hair ties from both tails, and her silver-white hair spread out over her shoulders.
Then she picked up the cat-ear hoodie from the bed.
The cuffs were frayed, but at least there were no holes.
She slipped on the hoodie, adjusted the hood so the cat ears stood up.
Then the white short skirt.
Dressed, she glanced in the mirror.
One of the cat ears was still flat.
She reached up and pinched the flat ear, trying to fluff the cotton.
She stopped.
Outside the window.
Her silver dragon bloodline’s perception—faint, but definitely outside the windowsill.
She lowered her hand from the cat ear.
“Miss outside. If you want to come in. You can just come in. No need to hide.”
The window opened once.
Then closed again.
Wind rushed in, billowing the curtains.
The room was empty.
“Eh? Not coming in?”
Opening and closing the window like that—what did it mean? Was the other person hesitating or plotting something else?
“I’m right here.”
The voice came from above.
Olivia looked up.
Ling was hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Her white short hair hung down, the ends less than half a meter from Olivia’s cat-ear hood.
She wasn’t using anything to hold on—no hooks on her boot soles, no beams on the ceiling.
Just hanging there in midair.
Arms crossed, light gold eyes looking up at Olivia’s eyes from below.
“I’m already inside.”
Olivia tilted her head back.
Her silver eyes widened.
She stared at Ling’s upside-down face for a while.
Then…
Stars began to fill her eyes.
“Wow! How do you do that? Can you teach me?”
The corner of Ling’s mouth twitched.
She flipped down from the ceiling, her body turning half a rotation in midair.
Her boots landed on the carpet.
The movement was smooth and swift, making no sound at all.
Catfolk were naturally light-footed, hard to detect, especially an assassin—especially a Silver-tier one.
“Oh? Want to learn?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll teach you~”