Weiyang had just changed into pajamas, got into the quilt and turned off the lamp, but he still remained unreasonably awake, and lay on his side facing the door.

A rare sense of slackness was slowly coming, at least the moment she had just witnessed in the cat's eyes made her mind and body agitated.

You don't need to think about anything, just fall asleep here, and it's right to wake up and think about the future the next morning. But the edge of consciousness is still beating, and the thirst for the body to move aimlessly.

Still can't sleep. She sighed as if giving up, turned on the lamp and got out of the quilt, half of the cold water was left in the black teacup, poured the bucket in the corner of the wall and filled it with hot water, sat down on Xia Han's seat, stared at the spread out homework book, and drank little by little.

It was as if something was being thought in my head, but it was hard to describe, like an elusive fog constantly changing.

He walked to the wall with his teacup and leaned against it, as if he could feel his breath behind the wall by doing so.

Then I heard a very strange sound.

Puff, puff, like the sound of slippery objects rubbing.

With a hint of curiosity, he listened to it, and then walked to the window and opened a slight slit, looking out through the gap in the curtain at the football field in the distance.

The sound outside the window was louder.

Puff, puff, puff, and the man's painful grunt.

Could it be that he was doing something strange? While his cheeks were flushed, Weiyang, who had come to this conclusion, stood still as he wanted to listen.

It was a very quiet night, the wind had subsided, not a single cloud was gone, and the moon floated through the treetops.

I can't help but think of this guy's usual serious appearance, and also think of the grass house shaking in the wind in "Golden Age", the contemptuous look in the eyes of "Little Reunion", and the rapid playing of harmony in "Tropic of Cancer", but more "Gone with the Wind".

For the first time in her life, she had met someone more powerful than her, and this slight restlessness was probably the same.

Weiyang stood there, and glanced back at Xia Han's schoolbag, the light gray computer bag-like cube-like object. The card on the strap is printed with the word Xia Han, the card is a little yellow and curved, and there are some marks due to moisture, which seems to witness his growing years.

But Weiyang suddenly frowned.

Because there was a faint sound of Qingyi's playful laughter outside the window.

Next door is indeed Xia Han's room, what the hell are they doing?

Maybe I can ask it tomorrow, this is a reassuring man anyway, and tomorrow the facts will prove that you should choose to believe him no matter what.

But another possibility made it difficult for her to breathe, or maybe it was the other way around.

I don't know what their siblings are doing, but they've been working up clever strategies to trick me all along...... There's no doubt they're secretly plotting things that don't treat me.

In particular, Seiichi, with his persistent hints and hypnotic words, was urging me to go over and knock on the door.

Don't be fooled, Weiyang convinces himself like this, not to mention that Xia Han is a trustworthy man. Eliminate the doubts in your heart, for our fate, time is also a necessary existence, and it is an important factor that has to be faced and relied on.

She shook her head again.

But if he is in a passive state for some reason that is not clear, what should I do? If that were the case, he would have shouted it decisively.

No, no, he wouldn't do that, and having a personal affection for each other or something, that's real, and even if he fell into that situation, it wouldn't make me feel embarrassed about him.

Puff, puff, puff.

Hesitating like this, Weiyang became uneasy, and went next door to investigate this matter, in front of or behind the trust in him? No answer can be derived.

What he just confessed in front of the door, is it a delusion? What's more, so far, our problem is more that he is accommodating me, isn't he? So secretly blamed himself.

But now there's no going back, no matter what they're doing, whether they're planning something or something really panicking, I used to be suicidal.

But after this period of observation, there is no room for me to keep it personal.

Perhaps before this distress turns into a disaster, it is best to identify the problem.

What should I do?

Puff, puff, puff.

The more Weiyang tried to think about it, the more the rope of worry tied her tightly.

Don't think about it anymore, don't worry about the past or the future, the sound outside will only disturb my cultivation heart, whether it is winter or summer, whether it is life or death, it has nothing to do with me.

Weiyang closed the window, drank the last sip of black tea and sat down at the bedside, and read "Sister Carrie" again under the lamp, she read it once again when she was a child, and it was not such a long story, and some details are still fresh in her memory. But I still want to reread it more carefully. I can't sleep like this anyway.

In that dream of alternating glitz and poverty, she had repeatedly and deeply questioned herself, as the value orientation of most magicians, whether the path to the cultivation of the great magician was the same as that of endless materialism. After fame, only to end up with endless loneliness and pain?

Of course, after turning a few pages, she closed the book again and pressed her brow, because a certain restlessness in her heart still could not be resolved.

Puff puff, puff, the voice next door is getting louder and louder with Qingyi's charming laughter.

Then she took a deep breath and ...... in exasperation I opened the book again and focused my consciousness between the lines.

By the time the clock on the wall pointed to twelve, Weiyang had already turned fifty pages, but he had no impression of what he had just seen. She closed the book, trying to translate the intense feelings in her heart into a sentence.

[I didn't get involved here by accident]

So far, as long as I remain in this state of hesitation, the voice next door will not disappear, and I must have been caught up in this strange witch curse.

What is pushed down is not pushed down, what is not dried, what is good and not good.

It must have been me caught up in her brainwaves that caused my future to deviate from its original line and come to this strange world line.

Before my grandfather sent me away, he explained that the balance was actually a dilemma, so I was caught up in some kind of dilemma and became a passive being.

But it's not like that.

I didn't choose this place because of who I was involved in, but because I chose it myself.

She nodded solemnly as if convincing herself.

In short, Weiyang's mind inevitably fell into repeated self-debate.

The conclusion is.

Are you bothered by it?

“hat the hell's……”

She jumped up in a rage, walked to the next door and slammed the door open.

The moment she opened the door, she stood in the doorway.

Xia Han was tied to the chair behind his back, his mouth was gagged by Qingyi's socks, and he asked for help with his eyes in pain.

And on the wall next to Weiyang's room, a Bluetooth speaker is taped to it.

After Weiyang reluctantly turned off the speaker, he suddenly stunned Xia Han, who was shaking his head innocently.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, and the restlessness that had lingered in her chest for three hours urged her to make a move.