The letter spent three days inside a drawer.
Damon knew exactly where it was.
That did not mean he needed to look at it.
On the first morning, he trained with Jian Yue for thirty minutes. Ester had already increased the limit, as long as he did not use energy to amplify strength or speed. On the second day, Xue Lian joined the training and turned what should have been a simple session into forty minutes of Damon trying not to get hit by a spear.
On the third, he managed to convince Ester that running was not a suicide attempt.
She allowed it.
With a limit.
Naturally.
When Damon finished his lap around the inner courtyard, Jian Li was sitting near the entrance with a cup in her hands.
"You're avoiding the letter."
He slowed down.
"I'm running."
"For three days."
"My stamina dropped."
"That's not what I meant."
Damon picked up the towel left on a bench.
"I know."
Jian Li drank a little.
"Are you going?"
"Probably."
"You've been saying that for three days."
