Later, Chen Ruying came to take us upstairs. First arrived at the door of a room on the second floor, inside is quite spacious, 1.8 meters large bed, decoration is also elegant and complete. Chen Ruying looked up at Wu Yu and said: "Yu, do you think this room is okay?"

  Wu Yu said: "I can." Looked at me and asked: "Where does she live?"

  Chen Ruying said: "Tan sister's room is a bit quieter, over there. Awu you rest first, I'll take her over." After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Wu Yu to open his mouth and pulled my hand: "Tan Jiao sister, let's go."

  I had no choice but to follow her.

  She said: "Because you came suddenly and there are not enough rooms, so you can stay in this room first."

  That room is at the end, irregular in shape, only half as big as Wu Yu's room, with a single bed and a small cabinet. I guess it's where the nanny or something lives normally.

  I said: "Alright, take care."

  She didn't say anything and turned around to leave. Between women, actually, there's no need to say too much.

  I let out a sigh, lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I thought about the people of the Chen family, thinking about the impending massacre that was to come. This feeling is quite thrilling, the dead people in history are all alive in front of you. And you're very clear, they will encounter misfortune two days later.

  According to Wu Yu, the police only made a brief report on the fire, and estimated that it was probably an accident. Although Chen's family seemed a bit troublesome and not straightforward, on the night of the incident two days later, Wu Yu and I would definitely stay up all night, making various preparations, and once something unusual happened, we would immediately take them away.

  Just then, there was a knock at the door. I said, "Come in."

  Wu Yu pushed open the door and entered, saw the furnishings in the house, was taken aback for a moment, then looked at me.

  I smiled slightly and patted the bedside: "Sit."

  He didn't sit down, but stood there and said, "Let's change rooms."

  I said, "No need to. You are the dragon son-in-law in their hearts, but I am an extra follower, how can I have your treatment? Besides, it's not good to change, what would they think? We came to rescue people, this small matter I will temporarily ignore."

  No sooner had the words fallen than Wu Yu sat down on the bed, suddenly making the space feel extremely cramped. We exchanged a glance, I closed my eyes and pretended to be meditating. I knew that at this moment his gaze must be fixed on my face. But when I opened my eyes, that gaze would disappear.

  So I'd rather not open my eyes.

  "You rest first," he said.

  "Hey," I said, "promise me one thing."

  "What?"

  I can still feel his breath beside me.

  I slowly said: "Let Chen Ruying stop calling you Ah Yu. I don't feel comfortable hearing it."

  He remained silent.

  My heart is beating tremulously in this narrow space, amidst the silent atmosphere.

  "Good," he said.

  I couldn't help but laugh, opening my eyes to say: "Actually I'm doing this for your own good. If you're not interested in others, why let them call you so intimately? Won't you refuse women?"

  One of his arms was propped up on the edge of the bed beside me, his head bowed as he gazed at me, making my heart feel like it was burning.

  "You're right," he said slowly.

  My heart was racing so fast, I'm also a person who wants to save face, so I immediately pretended to be nonchalant and waved my hand saying: "Alright, you can go back to your luxurious room to rest, withdraw."

  He looked at me, just looking down on me like this, motionless and silent.

  I said: "A Yu, is there anything else you want to say?"

  His face was like a layer of frost, and the muscles on his arms were stretched straight. There seemed to be some emotion flashing by in his eyes, he loosened his fingers that were tightly pressed on the bed sheet, and said in a very soft and hoarse voice: "Jiao Jiao, I'm leaving."

  ……

  I lay on the bed, my face pressed against the pillow, gazing out the window at the deepening night sky and the twinkling stars.

  He calls me Jiao Jiao.

  So enduring, so impulsive, so repressed.

  I don't care anymore.

  I don't care about anything anymore.

  The old man vowed to tear down the locked door in his heart, release the wounded beast trapped inside, let it roar and run wild, make it determined to be with me.