The darkness seemed painted with heavy ink and color, the weak light felt lonely, leading to the old house through a deserted area. Aurelia Shaw noticed the car gradually veering off the correct route, a curve lifting on her red lips.
She chuckled softly, "Driver, isn't this route a bit off?"
"I'm taking a shortcut." Looking around, it grew increasingly desolate, pitch black with no passing vehicles, the driver's bold gaze began scrutinizing Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia Shaw was a refined beauty; even without makeup, her almond-shaped eyes exuded charm, naturally possessing glamour. At this moment, she wore hospital clothes, her beautiful face tinged with a sickly pallor, inducing a kind of pitiful and endearing pathological beauty.
"Is that so?" Aurelia's mouth formed a half-smile, her eyelids lowered, long lashes shielding the depth of her eyes.
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and answered, "Officer Fang."
