The temperature on M Continent is about the same as on Yao Mountain Island.
The night wind is still a bit chilly.
Gu Yanjing was handling work and didn't sleep all night.
A little after three in the morning, he opened the balcony door and went out onto the terrace to feel the wind.
His eyes were somewhat bloodshot from the strain, adding a more sinister feeling to his cold gaze.
Touching the ring on his ring finger, he looked at the distant starlight.
His mind was filled with images of Qiao Yuxian.
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, with a few strands of tenderness appearing in his eyes, then turned and returned to his room.
He had just entered the room and had not walked in far when he suddenly stopped.
His gaze suddenly turned fierce.
The balcony curtains fluttered in the breeze.
He turned to look at the balcony.
As the curtains billowed again, a figure dressed entirely in black emerged from behind them.
Holding a knife, the person thrust it directly at him.
