Numb, numb, her legs were numb.
Lin Wan wanted to stand up, but the aching numbness in her legs made her weak, even her face was a bit contorted.
She had been sitting here motionless for over ten days, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the opposite house's windows and door, her eyelids hadn't moved for days.
Lin Wan couldn't understand what the guy in the opposite house was doing, why he hadn't come out after so many days.
Finally, just as Lin Wan was about to lose patience, the opposite house's door creaked open.
A woman emerged from the house, a woman as beautiful as Lin Wan, yet different from Lin Wan.
Lin Wan had a morbid beauty, not a physical ailment, but a spiritual one.
Whereas this woman possessed a kind of maternal beauty, beautiful to the point where one felt no desire to desecrate, her beauty didn't belong to the mortal realm.
Seeing the woman emerge, Lin Wan quickly stood up, following her from afar, like a deranged stalker.
