Twilight lifted her eyes, glanced at him, and lowered her curly eyelashes again.

Still silent.

The pale face looked lifeless.

She could feel that this man exuded a subduing aura of intimidation all over his body, which made her subconsciously retreat.

She insisted on not speaking, and the man was silent for half a second, and finally compromised.

He left from the bedside, and when he turned around, his deep ink eyes glanced at the attendant standing beside him, as if he was giving instructions in his eyes.

The attendant Mo Yu bowed his head slightly, and then turned to leave.

The man returned to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the deep twilight, the slender thumb of his right hand gently rubbing a shallow skin-colored scar at the end of the emotional line in his left palm. (Pay attention to this scar, you will have to test it later!) ）

The large room was silent.

Twilight turned her face and looked out the window.

The twilight of dusk contrasts with the figure of the man, like a still painting, which is very pleasing to the eye.

“…… Do you know me? ”

Looking at the man's upright back, she still opened her mouth after hesitation.

The man turned around when he heard the sound, and his iceberg-like cold breath was all disarmed and surrendered at the moment he looked at her, and was replaced by Wen Cun.

"Hmm." He replied softly.

She was stunned.

Does he know himself?

Looking closely, although this face feels unfamiliar, the way the man looks at him makes her feel a little inexplicably familiar.

But she was sure that she probably didn't know the man.

"What's your name?" She asked.

The man was silent for about half a second, and his voice was low: "Zhai Nanzi." ”

"......" Zhai Nan words?

Twilight struggled to search her memory, but she had never heard the name.

Sure he didn't know him, Twilight didn't continue the conversation.

Turning his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the hanging water hanging on the side of the bed that was almost finished.

Familiarly pulling out the needle on the back of her hand, a scar of the same color loomed at the end of the emotional line on her right hand.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her pull out the infusion tube directly, he frowned.

She glanced up at him, her voice indifferent and detached: "Thank you for saving me, it's time for me to go." ”

After that, you have to lift the futon and get out of bed.

"Where?" He asked.

She flickered.

It was a normal question, and she couldn't find an answer in her head.

The world is so big, where is she going?

Are you going back to your twilight home?

When I went back, I was undoubtedly locked up like a 'monster' by them......

Or, go to prison to atone for your guilt.

"Home?" The man saw her hesitation: "Or go back to the lake?" ”

The man's seemingly light tone was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting the painful scar on her heart.

She bowed her head and said nothing.

In the huge Lan City, there is no place for her to go.

"What time is it?" She asked suddenly.

"Number 7."

No. 7 ......

Tomorrow is the day of my sister's burial.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

The man stood two meters away, his deep gaze fixed on her face, knowing everything.

The phone rang suddenly, breaking the momentary silence.

The man turned, pulled out his phone, and returned to the window.

Put the phone next to your ear, no need to make a sound, the person on the phone has already been the first to respond.

About a minute, after listening to the report on the phone, Zhai Nanci hung up the phone.