It seemed that only his presence could make her feel a genuine sense of reliance and security.
At this moment, Yun City was transitioning from the glow of illuminating streetlights to the serene, dimly lit stretch of a long night. Yuan Xiaoxiao nestled herself under the blanket, her delicate figure curling into a small bundle. Tear after tear slid down her cheeks until, eventually, she fell asleep with a mixture of worry and fear, her long, lush eyelashes slowly fluttering closed.
"Who's there?"
Around three in the morning, Yuan Xiaoxiao was startled awake from her dreams. Her face was pale to a shocking extent, and she could hear faint whispers in the hallway along with the sound of someone fiddling with the lock on her door!
Shivering, Yuan Xiaoxiao called out softly, her voice barely audible, but she quickly realized the danger and pressed her lips tightly shut in an attempt to silence herself.
