The forest lit up with a broken light, and it looked like the faint glow of fireflies trying their best.

The woman in the black dress walked barefoot in the moss-covered mud, the hem of her skirt stained.

Her eyes were hollow as she looked at the mud all over the ground, and she was terrified by the overwhelming branches and leaves, which swooped down like a net.

In the last second, Mu Chengcheng and his prospective fiancé Lan Chaojin were drinking red wine in a holiday house in the forest, and the projector that occupied half of the wall was playing a documentary.

The sound is faint and just right.

Lan Chaojin gently hugged Mu Chengcheng's shoulder and asked, "If I weren't me, would you still marry me?" ”

"No, it won't." Mu Chengcheng is categorical.

Lan Chaojin smiled bitterly: "Chengcheng, you will always be so sparing for me." ”

Mu Chengcheng got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, which was a whole quiet forest. She was thinking of another person, another person who did not belong to this candle-shadowing night, who did not belong to this quiet forest.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise outside this independent holiday home, like a muffled thunder on the horizon.

Mu Chengcheng couldn't help but tremble, and looked into the distance, it seemed that the leaves of the wind were shaking, and it was like the sound of a person walking forward in dark clothes.

Lan Chaojin seemed to be alert, he immediately rushed to Mu Chengcheng's side and quickly closed the curtains.

Lan Chaojin's eyes became urgent, and he stared at her: "Chengcheng, you always remember, no matter who I am, I love you, and the forest on the side is the highway, this is the shortest route, remember?" ”

Mu Chengcheng nodded inexplicably: "What's wrong?" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang", and the floor-to-ceiling glass window was smashed by a hard object, and glass shards were splashed everywhere.

Lan Chaojin pushed Mu Chengcheng to the door with all his might, shouting, "Run!" ”

Mu Chengcheng walked through this forest and saw the road, which connected to the main road back to Nancheng, so no matter how late it was, there was a constant flow of traffic.

Mu Chengcheng trembled and stretched out his arm, and a family car quickly stopped, it was a woman about fifty years old, she invited Mu Chengcheng into the car.

The female driver cautiously asked, "Little girl, are you lost?" ”

Mu Chengcheng's hair was scattered, and he shook his head indifferently, his mind was full of the scene when Lan Chaojin was stabbed in the back when he left the wooden house.

His eyes were crimson, and his voice was hoarse: "Run!" Don't look back! ”

Mu Chengcheng couldn't help but cry.

"Little girl, where is your home? Shall I send you back? ”

Mu Chengcheng raised his head and smiled bitterly and incomprehensibly.

Before the smile fell, the sedan suddenly stopped, and the female driver repeatedly turned on the high beams to observe, and there was indeed a black business car parked in front of her.

Mu Cheng admitted that he had the license plate number, which was Bai Zhifan's car.

"Thank you, someone came to pick me up." Mu Chengcheng's seemingly calm appearance was already stormy.

She pretended to be calm and got out of the car and stepped barefoot on the asphalt road.

She walked towards the car in the dark and knocked on the window slowly.

"Little White ....."