While all this was happening, Stanley Batton had just returned home again. Xyla was watching television, her legs crossed as she held a large pack of chips in her arms.

On her, was a set of aqua green, casual Hanfu styled clothes made with real silk. White laces were adorned around the hem, the cuffs, and even her trousers. The combination made her skin look white as snow.

She didn’t have any makeup on and her long, black, curly hair casually lay on her shoulders. She could have been mistake