My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

The penthouse of Sunset Hills Estates comprised only two expansive apartments, 3001 and 3002, with their balconies separated by a charming Russian–style cantilevered flower bed.

Xanthea, attempting a rather precarious maneuver, stretched a clothes pole across the garden to snag her underwear from the neighboring balcony. However, due to the pole’s insufficient length, her efforts proved fruitless. Looking down suddenly, she was frightened into a cold sweat by the dizzying height of the building.

She decided it might be less hassle to just knock on the neighbor’s door, rather than risk drawing too much attention and creating an awkward scene.

Standing in front of apartment 3001, she rang the doorbell.

*Ding–dong.*

*Ding–dong.

After the doorbell rang twice without any response, Xanthea thought no one was home and was about to give up, the door finally clicked

open.

“Hello, sorry to bother you, I’m…”

She began, but the words caught in her throat as the door slowly revealed the man behind it.

The man was dressed in a light ash–grey lounge outfit. His attire, though loose and soft, couldn’t hide his well–sculpted figure, from his slim waist to his long legs. The slightly open neckline revealed an

enticing collarbone, and his features, framed by plain spectacles, were impeccably handsome. But under those glasses, Xanthea recognized àfamiliar gaze and her astonishment quickly turned to shock.

Wasn’t this Orion?!

Normally, when she saw him, he was in a suit and leather shoes, exuding an air of unapproachable nobility. Seeing him now in such an elegant and seemingly benign manner–pah! More like a hypocritically genteel scoundrel – she almost didn’t recognize him at first! Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

As realization dawned, her shock swiftly morphed into anger.

Onion, opening the door, was unexpectedly greeted by what appeared to be a fluffy “little bunny” in white, with droopy large ears. hanging by the shoulders, and a cute stubby tail at the back, which brought a faint smile to his thin lips.

“Ms. Nightshade?”

He was smiling?

After all the teasing and even extorting copyright fees from her uncle, he could still smile upon seeing her again. Was he mocking her? Irritated, Xanthea clenched the hood of her pajamas, causing the two ears on her shoulders to immediately stand up.

When the fluffy white rabbit ears unexpectedly popped up on the girl’s head, Orion’s dark eyes slightly tightened as if he were charmed, yet also as if it reminded him of some special and secretive adult costume.

Realizing what he might be thinking, Xanthea quickly let go of her grip.

He was laughing at her pajamas!

What rotten luck to have him as a neighbor.

She had imagined their next encounter would be on a glittering stage, where she’d be accepting a prestigious award, using her stellar results from “Realm of Illusions” to metaphorically slap him in the face.

Instead, here she was in a bunny pajama, knocking on his door.

“I dropped something on your balcony,” Xanthea said coldly without any expression. Tll just take it and go.”

Orion raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the balcony.

Seeing him silent, Xanthea’s brow furrowed, perhaps doubting the sincerity of her claim. She hastily added, “I just moved into the next door, 30021”

What was that look for? Was he thinking she was some social climber, deliberately dressing up to knock on his door in the middle of the night? Ha, he thinks too highly of himself!

Orion responded, “Alright, I’ll get it for Ms. Nightshade

Seeing him turn to head for the balcony, Xanthea’s eyes widened in fear, and she abruptly grabbed his