After preparing an explanation, Bai Xiao felt much calmer. Her mood also became melancholic.
Jenny, what happened to you, to risk your own life betraying me?
...
Time passed, Ye Huang came in but didn't mention her drawing design sketches again. They chatted and slept as usual, affectionate as always.
In the middle of the night, Bai Xiao suddenly sat up. In the dim light of the dark night, her eyes were filled with red blood vessels, and her complexion was as pale as paper.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.
The room was utterly silent, but it was as if a demonic voice was tempting her at her ear.
She got out of bed, opened the door, took a paring knife from the coffee table in the small living room on the second floor, and returned to the room.
These series of movements were light as a cat's, nothing like Bai Xiao's usual rough manner.
In the bedroom, Ye Huang was still asleep.
