After the Old King left, An Xiaomian noticed the sky had darkened, and she couldn't help but remember something.
Last night, the masked man said he would come to find her again tonight. Would he really come back?
Also, she seemed to have forgotten to tell her grandpa about how the masked man always took liberties with her at night. Was that her subconscious not wanting to tell him?
She didn't know how long she had been in a daze.
It wasn't until she felt a pair of large hands encircling her from behind, and the man's breath spraying on her neck, that she came to her senses and started to struggle, turning to look at the man behind her: "You... you..." are here?
It was him.
She realized she had become familiar with his presence.
And again, he was dressed in black, still wearing a mask that covered his face.
She suddenly couldn't resist asking him, "Why do you always cover your face with a mask?"
