The Express hummed quietly in the background as you made your way to the lounge area, looking for something to do. The hallways were empty, and most of the crew had already settled in for the night. But as you entered the lounge, you found her—Qingque, sitting at a table, a deck of cards spread out before her, her sharp eyes scanning the cards with a confident smirk on her lips.

She shuffled the cards with a practiced flair, her fingers swift and precise. As she dealt the cards, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly she handled the deck. She was no novice, and from the way she held herself, you knew she was confident in her abilities.