Bian Shu searched the entire house but couldn't find him. Her hands trembling, she dialed his number and as she listened to the busy tone, she couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed out of the door and plunged into the pouring rain.
The streets in the suburbs were dimly colored, and for no clear reason, Bian Shu felt a deep unease.
As she walked forward, with every step, it felt as though a dark abyss was luring her ahead.
Reason told her that it was too late, and she shouldn't be charging around like a headless fly.
Yet her emotions drove her step by step forward, as if falling into an endless marsh, the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
It was in the attic of an abandoned house that Bian Shu found Ji Anshen.
Standing at the base of the building, she hastily looked up; the ice-cold rain painfully hitting her face so much that she even forgot to blink. She saw Ji Anshen pressed against the railing, his body almost falling over.
