"The sight of blood filling the whole room hit his eyes. Panicked, he rushed forward, wanting to save them, but the girl's body was already ice-cold and stiff."
"When he picked up the girl he loved, only then did he realize that even in those final moments facing death, she was still thinking of him. In her hand she was tightly clutching a slip of paper stained red with blood. On it was written, telling him to run, that the person they were after was him, telling him not to call the police and never to come back."
The senior host's story came to an abrupt halt here. At this moment, he was still facing the window, his eyes looking toward the depths of the sea of clouds outside.
As if through that heavy layer of clouds he could see, in a single glance, that bygone stretch of time.
An Ziqi pressed her lips together. "And then?"
