She looked at the empty toothbrush cup for a moment, then nonchalantly withdrew her gaze.

Turning around to go to the living room as if nothing had happened, she walked to the coffee table in the dark, and saw the fruit knife glowing with a cold and cold light under the reflection of the moonlight, she picked it up without changing her face, and then looked up in the direction of the second floor.

Step by step, step by step up the stairs -

Step –

The sound of shoes on the wooden staircase was a little muffled, and it became distinct in the silence of the room.

She always looked up at the door of the bedroom on the second floor, and the sharp fruit knife played back and forth in her white and tender little hands, as if she was very careless.

There was no unusual expression on the clean little face, and the door was not closed tightly, leaving a slight gap.

But...... She used to keep all the doors closed when she went out.

The footsteps were soft and slow, and everything was as usual.

She came to the bedroom door.

Separated by a door, endless darkness peeks out of the cracks.

The wind outside the window was cold, and there seemed to be no sound except for the wind.

She looked at the doorknob and slowly reached out to push the door open.

Just as her hand touched the metal doorknob.

Ding Dong –

An abrupt doorbell rang suddenly, and the originally silent house, such a sound, no matter how calm it was, couldn't help but tingle the scalp.

Her hand holding the knife tightened unconsciously.

Clear eyes looked downstairs.

And at the moment when she turned her head, a pair of hands quietly retracted from her, and retreated in the dark......

Song Zhinuan pursed his lips, glanced at the bedroom door in front of him, and then resolutely went downstairs to open the door.

I also forgot that I still had a knife in my hand.

She thought it was Uncle Zhang, but when she opened the door, she saw an unexpected person.

She was inevitably stunned.

The man is still dressed in plain black, standing in a snow-white world, facing the cold wind, and his deep eye sockets seem to be no longer gentle, cold, bland, and alienated.

“...... Professor? ”

Song Zhinuan was indeed an accident.

Bai Chumo's indifferent eyes seemed to glance in the direction of the upstairs, and finally his gaze swept over the knife in her hand.

only then did he look at her, his voice still warm: "Do you want to have a meal together?" ”

Song Zhinuan frowned, looking at the man's faint and deep eye sockets, the knife in her hand was loosened a little.

"Okay." She nodded.

Closing the door, Song Zhinuan and Bai Chumo walked together in the long snowy night, and the street lights in the community were very bright, stretching the figures of the two people very long.

She looked up at the side of his face, "Why is the professor here?" ”

His expression remained unchanged, and he was all personable: "I forgot to tell you, I also live in this community." ”

Song Zhinuan tilted his head and looked at him, as if surprised: "How could it be so coincidental?" ”

Bai Chumo nodded, took the phone and pressed it a few times before putting the phone back in his pocket.

"Well, you should have noticed it just now, right?" He asked, with a light glance.

Song Zhinuan naturally knew what he was talking about, his cute face was red, like snowflakes falling on the eyelashes of a fan, very beautiful.

"Hmm...... Somebody was following me, and if the professor hadn't come, I'd probably be fighting that guy for a few rounds right now. She said with a smile as if she were joking.