"Tonight, I'm outside your window again. The shadow on the curtain looks so lovely..."
An odd BGM played in Zhang Chi's head, and he quickly cleared his throat.
Stop, stop, stop. Turn off the music.
When listening to the song back then, he thought it was quite nice. But now that he found himself becoming the person outside the window, he always felt it was a bit creepy.
It's pitch black in the middle of the night, so he'd better not scare Tang Ruoling.
Zhang Chi raised his hand, preparing to knock on the window, but just before his hand fell, he heard noises inside.
"Stinky man, I will stab you to death!"
Zhang Chi: "..."
What sort of program did he stumble upon?
Driven by curiosity, Zhang Chi moistened his hand with saliva and poked a hole in the window paper to take a peek.
She was holding a bunch of silver needles, and placed five steps away were two mannequins with Zhang Chi's portraits hanging on their faces.