352.Chapter 352

In the middle of the night, Lyra woke up parched. She had left her room earlier to get some water, but never got around to drinking it.

She opened the door and walked toward the kitchen island. Just as she finished pouring a glass of water and turned around, she suddenly spotted a figure by the floor-to-ceiling window. Her drowsiness vanished instantly.

Setting down her cup, she hurried over, call