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Attic.
The two protagonists, spoken of in hushed tones among certain people, were ascending the stairs to the attic at this moment.
The dark-colored door mysteriously exuded an ominous aura. The villa's lights were very bright, but even so, a thin veil of dark mist still shrouded the attic.
"Little sister, we've arrived. Do you want to open the door?" The dancer's soft exhalation swept past the ear, her deep voice laced with an inexplicably seductive force.
"Have we?"
In the darkness, Xu Shuo reached out and touched the door.
The lacquered door felt smooth and new, yet it also possessed a chill, and the temperature of his palm suddenly became ice-cold.
Xu Shuo raised his hand to the door but did not open it. He turned to face where the dancer stood, his calm face showing no excess emotion, his pale skin conveying a fragile and morbid sense of brokenness.
The dancer's gaze lingered on him. "Little sister, do you want to go in and see?"