Wearing the same watch is not surprising, but what if it is a man wearing a woman's watch?
His gaze lingered long on the youth in the photo, and Lu Li stuffed the picture frame into his pocket, buttoned up the gap, and rose to leave the room.
His steps were hurried, as if he wanted to confirm something.
["Painting a long straight line towards countless next stops—"]
The phone rang at that moment.
Lu Li pushed open the stairwell door, taking the stairs down as he answered his cell phone.
"Where are you?" Stiff and indifferent, a woman's voice came from the other end.
An indescribable malice suddenly oozed from the phone, emitting a hateful aura that made you want to keep your distance.
One thing after another.
Just like "the hand" said, when the door comes knocking—it's distinct.
Thump thump thump thump—
Lu Li's descent didn't slow; he turned the corner, heading to the next floor down.
He didn't hang up but maintained silence to listen to the faint sounds on the other end.