Midnight terror.

In the dream, he turned back seemingly unintentionally and deliberately.

I got up and poured a glass of water, and when I got back to the couch, I glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windowsill.

The curtains in the living room are not heavy, after all, they are not bedrooms.

I was neither nearsighted nor night blind, and I had somewhat noticed the somewhat suspicious shadow behind the curtains.

The outline is somewhat blurred, pacing shadows.

I drank the water from my glass and looked at the time again: 2:09 a.m.

After a moment's struggle, I gave up my intention to call the police.

If it's really a thief, come in. I'm itchy anyway, so I can have someone to do it with me.

But what if not?

That's ridiculous too.

I was so sleepy that my eyelids were fighting, and I fell asleep again.

Later, when I woke up a few times, I always felt that the shadow outside the window was floating around like a ghost.

What a hell of a life.

The next morning, it was dawning, and I don't know how many times I woke up.

The shadow outside was still dangling.

I sobered up a little; I thought to myself, if it was Angel, I would let him in.

I can forget what I said that rainy day.

I almost couldn't wait to open the curtains.

The interior is a little brighter.

The early morning chill hit through the windows.

Angel wore a loose hooded sweatshirt with her hands in her pockets and walked back and forth in an uncanny pace.

I opened the floor-to-ceiling window, avoided his gaze, and stared at his sneakers, "What are you doing?" ”

"Morning," Angel walked up to me, "how was your sleep last night?" ”

“…… Pretty good. ”

"I didn't sleep very well." Angel's breath fell on my face, colder than the early morning wind.

...... "Did he ever sleep?"

I didn't sleep well, now it's time to catch up on sleep, right?

Is such a deep dark circle to make me uncomfortable?

…… Or is it because they don't care if I feel distressed?

"Kang Rong, I ask you a question, and you answer me honestly." Angel's voice was calm and cold.

"What's the problem?" I looked up at him.

I haven't seen him for over a month and he seems to be a little taller than me.

The complexion also seems to be healthier than that of Angel who held an umbrella on that rainy day.

"That Ding Hengbin, do you like him?"

“……”

The brain circuits of aliens may really not be understood by a stupid earthling like me.

Who do I like, doesn't he know?

"Don't lie to me...... Angel put her right hand on my left shoulder, "I see it all—you've been smiling more these days than you've been in months." ”

“…… You read it wrong. ”

Can't he tell the difference between a joking laugh and a really happy laugh?

No, no, no, what really makes me angry is the phrase "seeing" - how did he see it? What did he see again?

Why did he "look"?

I hate his ambiguous attitude.

"Ding Hengbin is not good." Anqi's tone was solemn, "He's too hanging...... You may think you're having fun chatting with him, but he's an immature rascal at best......"

"Enough is enough," I interrupted impatiently, "what do you think of us?" ”

Angel glared at me fiercely. His eyes were bloodshot, "Kang Rong, you liar." ”

"Liar?"

It's hurtful.

Does everyone think I'm hypocritical?

Now even he is no exception?

Only then did I realize that the person in front of me may not be the Angel I liked.

It's just a person who has the same name, the same appearance, the same family, and the same experience as Angel......

But he's not the one who makes me feel warm anymore.