Tension does not equal cowardice, nor does it equal fear and dread; it is a psychological reaction.
Xiao Lin confirmed the person's identity in the first instant. From the beginning of his entry, he had only been suspicious of who this person was. Although there were many similarities externally, simply relying on photo confirmation was still considerably off.
The woman tilted her head, expressing her suspicion towards the person who suddenly appeared before her, still holding freshly washed clothes in her hands. She turned around in confusion to look behind her, which was an unnaturally dark area, like a very deep cave, seemingly bottomless.
Xiao Lin didn't hesitate; as the woman turned around, he squatted down, hiding behind the sofa. Hearing the woman make a confused sound, there were no footsteps, so he couldn't determine her actions at that moment. Xiao Lin quietly moved his feet, maneuvering from behind the sofa to one side, peeking out to observe the woman's location.
