Wen Xian looked at the message, and suddenly the corners of her eyes twitched faintly: "..."
Somehow, through those few words, she had an inexplicable feeling that Lu Xiao's mood seemed off...?
...
Night fell, with the pitter-patter of rain tapping against the glass, the entire city shrouded in the curtain of rain, vague and shadowy.
Yet, just as Wen Xian was in the mansion's bathtub, soaking in a hot bath.
She could never have imagined—
During the night, a man stood under the bus shelter next to the wutong tree outside the neighborhood, across a narrow street, gazing at the towering residential area.
She lived in one of those luxurious mansions.
Right now, at the security booth by the community gate.
The security guard kept staring at the man at the bus shelter not far across.
Just watching him under the bus shelter, a cigarette flickering between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the towering mansions.