"I—"
Su Zhiruan indeed felt somewhat guilty.
Before watching, she thought it was just an ordinary suspense movie, but as she watched, or perhaps because the surroundings were too dark and the real-life antagonist from the movie sat on her right side,
she couldn't help but feel a chill up her spine.
"It's not him, you shouldn't be scared of me." The warm breath of the young man reached her neck, making Su Zhiruan feel ticklish.
Accompanied by the ethereal singing of a little girl in the ending credits, the last bit of light from the film faded away.
The windows were thickly covered with snow, making it impossible for any light from outside to penetrate.
Soon, the surroundings plunged into complete silence and darkness.
"I'm really not afraid anymore, you might as well put me down now." Su Zhiruan supported Wen Qingyu's upper body with both hands, and, worried about pressing down on him, she moved her legs, intending to walk away.
Wen Qingyu grunted.
