Buhui was scared to bits by the thugs, and spent the whole night in Bo Jingnian's apartment. After days of being on the run, she finally reached a safe place where she could have a peaceful sleep.
However, in the latter half of the night, she suddenly felt someone watching her. The gaze didn't make her uncomfortable, but her heart was incredibly chaotic, and she was startled awake.
She propped herself up and looked around. Besides her, there was absolutely no one else in the dim bedroom. She shook her head, thinking she might have become paranoid from being frightened by those thugs.
She lay down again and drifted off into sleep once more.
Meanwhile, outside the bedroom, Bo Jingnian leaned against the wall. The moonlight from the window stretched his shadow, exuding a sense of solitude and melancholy.
No matter how many times he looked, that ordinary face bore no resemblance to Gu Qian's. He even absurdly imagined if she was wearing a human skin mask.
