Zhang Danlin looked around outside the door, but she simply couldn't find any trace of Hao Jian. She even stuck her head out and checked up, down, left, and right, but still didn't see where he was. She was baffled—she had clearly seen with her own eyes that Hao Jian was hiding outside the window, yet now she couldn't even find his shadow.
What the hell? Could it be that Hao Jian really fell down? Her heart instantly tightened, but if he'd fallen, she should be able to see him. She looked down and there was nothing—no figure, not even weeds, much less Hao Jian. But the window was that big; no matter what, she ought to be able to see a person. Hao Jian had just vanished into thin air like this, not even a shadow left.
