However, Lucy quickly realized that her plans were foiled as she stared blankly at the afternoon sun in Charleston.

Cillian thought that Lucy was not used to the time difference, so he comforted her, "There's a time difference between Charleston and our country, but you'll be fine. You might feel sleepy in another couple of hours, but to not mess with your circadian rhythm, it's best if you don't sleep yet. It's a good chance for you to adjust your internal clock."

Lucy was speechless. She had just decided to stay up late. Now, she was forced to adjust her circadian rhythm? Lucy grabbed her luggage and prepared to hail a taxi to their pre-booked hotel.

A few steps in, Lucy felt her luggage getting taken from her hands by Cillian.

Cillian smiled at her and said, "I'm the man here. How can I let a woman carry her own luggage? Let's go. I'll show you the way."

With an oversized travel bag on his back and a small pink suitcase in his hand, Cillian walked down the streets of Charleston.

luggage was not much of a hassle for Cillian. The people of Charleston were quite reserved and well-mannered, so they did not give Cillian any strange

to the receptionist, "Hello, we'd like to check in. Here

receptionist did not display her usual smile. Instead, she maintained a neutral expression as she checked his passport. After confirming that everything was in order, she said to Cillian expressionlessly, "Your room numbers are

gave a slight nod to both Lucy and Cillian, which Lucy found quite strange. Her

was too obvious, but the receptionist noticed and explained, "Today marks the second day of mourning for Charleston's princess. While the king hasn't issued any specific mandates, the

not supposed to smile today. We hope

explanation, Lucy waved

family. They had just lost a loved one,

and pressed the button for the 22nd floor. When she entered her

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