"What are you talking about? If it wasn't for you back then, I wouldn't be who I am today. Right, he will be on vacation in recent days, staying at home every day, so you need to keep your cool."
"Okay."
After receiving Leng Yixing's affirmation, He Ning left.
The night deepened, and the Leng Family mansion was silent.
A ghostly figure slipped through the living room and made his way to the storeroom, carefully heading down to the basement.
Standing at the door of the small room, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually used the key He Ning gave him to open the door.
The room was very simple, just as He Ning had described it to him: unbearably crude, hardly a place for humans to live.
Yet in that very uninhabitable place, resided the person he cherished.
He took two steps inside and immediately saw the figure curled up on the bed.
The light in the room remained on; had it been switched off, wouldn't it resemble Hell? So thought Leng Yixing.
