Chapter 123: The scene before his eyes caused the man's pupils to constrict slightly.
Black hair nearly in disarray clung to the sides of her face, and upon closer inspection, a thin layer of sweat had emerged on her full forehead.
She stroked the lamp on the bedside table, pressing the switch repeatedly with force, but no light shone through; she suddenly realized the rain must have caused a blackout in the neighborhood.
Sitting on the bed, her spine was stiff with tension.
She always felt like someone was watching her.
In front, behind, or perhaps above, or under the bed.
Her fingers trembled densely, and she crawled into the bedcovers with her eyes closed.
The thunder and rain outside didn't cease, and Yao Qing pressed her ears against the pillow.
The thunder no longer sounded, but she heard another voice.
It was like it came from a desolate, distant place—a man's voice, dark and low.
It was that psychopath she'd encountered abroad, the one who had thrown her into the slums.
The words were so chillingly cold that the tone became dangerous and eerie.