The night was dark and the wind was high; the full moon hung lonely in the sky. Outside the villa, the wind howled and lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was the height of summer, yet why did a chill creep up from the soles of her feet?
Heyue checked the doors and windows all around. Seeing they were all locked tight, she finally eased her mind and turned to pour herself a glass of water.
The moment her hand closed around the glass, a muffled rumble of thunder crashed across the sky. The glass slipped from her hand in a start, shattering on the floor. When Heyue turned back around, Chen Song stood behind her like a ghost, his snake-like gaze fixed on her from beneath the low brim of his baseball cap.
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