The airport farewell was rushed, and after that, Xu Jingxi rarely sought her out. Even when he did appear, it was late at night to return to Dongshan Villa, to spend a warm night, and by the time she woke up in the morning, he had already dressed and left.
During the month she disappeared, the third floor of the art museum became her personal oil painting exhibition hall, with revenue neither high nor low.
Lovers of Collector's family art were mostly young men and women. Zhang Qisheng always said she still lacked a bit of fame to make a name for herself.
She wasn't in a hurry. During the day, she would paint behind closed doors at the art museum, and at night, she wandered like a lone soul, staying wherever was nearby, most often spending the night on the sofa in her studio.
Unknowingly, she fell asleep.
She saw a fierce, famished wolf, eyeing her neck, leaping at her, its sharp teeth biting down on her frail windpipe, eerily similar to Xu Jingxi...