The next moment, my lips were covered in something soft.

Gu Shi'an lowered his head and bit me fiercely.

I cried out in pain, my hands sweating.

We hid in a dark corner beneath the dim light, kissing recklessly as we entered the apartment.

At midnight, we lay on the bed.

Gu Shi'an reached out to me, but I pushed him away, stopping his next move.

His black-rimmed glasses were so obtrusive, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the metal edge.

At that moment, he seemed utterly exhausted, motionless as my fingers brushed over his cheek.

I took off his black-rimmed glasses—

His pitch-black eyes stared at me intently, as if ready to devour me alive in the next moment.

I stared at him, stunned.

Cold sweat broke out on my back.

Time seemed to overlap the past and the present.

In Gu Shi'an's eyes, I actually saw the shadow of that murderer.

Panic-stricken, I hastily pushed his chest away.

In a daze, I got up and ran to my room.

Completely unaware of the dark, crazed gaze behind me.

——

I can no longer face Gu Shi'an.

I don't know if it's my problem...

I can't even look at the world normally.

Even if a stranger accidentally bumps into me on the street, I get goosebumps all over.

Afraid that in the next moment, they might pull out a knife and slash me from behind.

This kind of trauma is irreversible.

I went to the university hospital again, and the doctor told me it was psychological stress. Medication could only play a supplementary role; I needed to adjust and adapt more on my own.

I walked in and ran into Gu Shi'an, who was just about to leave.

It seemed he hadn't left the apartment all day.

Seeing me return, Gu Shi'an lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

He said cautiously, "I drank a little too much yesterday... Did I do anything to you?"

I kept my composure and smiled at him as usual.

"No, you went straight to sleep when you got home."

"Oh..."

He scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"Have you eaten? Do you want..."

I immediately declined, "No need, I ate outside."

He nodded, said nothing more, and went out to buy something.

I stood by the window.

Watching his receding figure.

My phone rang, and a text message came through.

[3 PM tomorrow, Blue Sky Café. Don't be late.]

Though unsigned,

I guessed it was from Fang's mother.

Because the tone was still as arrogant as ever.

I put away my phone, not intending to keep this appointment.

So let her wait tomorrow...

After all, five years ago, she also made me wait all night in a thunderstorm.