The House of Shackles in Luofu Yaoqing was indeed different from the House of Shackles in Luofu Xianzhou. Involuntarily, memories of the past came flooding back to Bodyguard Feixiao. Remembering the time spent in chains, cold and pain was as painful as piercing yourself with daggers again and again. The shadows grabbed Moze in his dreams, tore off his masks, tore away his disguise, tore him in half, drove him crazy, kept him trapped. And the shackles fell off only from the sight of the departing figures of General Feixiao and her faithful, such a strange but interesting Healer with pink hair in the distance...

Moze's purple eyes opened and tried to focus in the darkness. He grabbed his head, sitting up on the bed and trying to calm his raging heart. My throat was dry, as if in the desert. My head was pounding. Moze managed to gather his strength and got out of bed, heading to the basin of water to wash himself and recover. Moze always slept with his torso naked, so when he saw himself in the mirror, scars and bandages on his strong body, he involuntarily grimaced, remembering his whole life. Now he needed a distraction. It’s trivial to drink water or eat something, just to avoid falling into that dream again...

Moze's steps were quiet. This is what his life has taught him. To be quiet, like a raven in the night, and then to attack the victim like a hawk. Moze walked into the dining room. Feixiao, his boss, spent the night with one of the doctors for observation. Therefore, Jiaoqiu and Moze had to stay alone in the hotel for the night until Feixiao was released. Moze was sure that Jiaoqiu would be asleep at this late hour. However, as soon as Moze stepped into the dining room, he saw a familiar fox-like figure with long pink hair and golden eyes. Jiaoqiu was dressed in a light sleep robe that slightly exposed his collarbones and slender body. Moze narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiaoqiu and interrupting his thoughts with his unexpected appearance:

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"