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 mistaken as a goddess who had accidentally fallen from the heavens.

Stanley silently approached before sitting down next to her. “Why haven’t you gone to bed?”

“Hmm… Not sleepy yet.”

“Didn’t the doctor tell you to get more rest?”

“I’ve been resting on the bed most of the time. It’s boring and unpleasant when I have to do it for long hours at a time. I just want to watch some television for a while,” Xyla said as she smiled.

Her eyes moved past him and onto the clock hanging on the wall. An ho