Downing looked at the keys in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "have you been following me?"

"I just got your news by accident," the young man laughed and put the key in her hand. "You go to have a rest first. I'll inform Fu Shao later."

With that, he turned and left.

Downing stood in the same place, watching the man gradually away, together with the noise around.

She took a gentle breath, looked down at her key, opened the door of the apartment in front of her and walked in.

It is an ordinary house with warm and casual decoration. The bright yellow curtain is pulled thick. The light from the door shines in the room, so that everything is hidden in the quiet black.

For a moment, she was in a trance that she was a white-collar worker who came back from work late at night, rather than a killer being hunted down.

She gave a silent smile, shook her head, went in, turned on the light, and sat down on the soft bed.

She slowly took a breath and lay on her back on the bed. Looking at the bright light above her head, the soft bedding squeezed out all her fatigue. She could not help but curl up and curled up on the quilt and closed her eyes.

Her mind was blank for a while, and she was only aware of the bad smell on her body.

Although the young man said her rescuer was coming soon, Downing planned to get up and take a shower.

She opened the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She found a small piece of blood on the edge of her neck. She stood there and looked at it for a while, then reached out and wiped the dry red.

It's like erasing all the past and fate between her and Xiao Fengting.

Once lonely and gentle youth, and lonely brave and bright girl, finally gradually away, become two disappeared parallel lines.

She lowered her head and closed her eyes. She put her hands on the washing table and took a breath. The news of Tang Qing's disappearance seemed to give her a trace of courage. She felt that her heart didn't hurt so much.

Tang Ning twisted the flower sprinkling, gave himself a hot bath, washed away the dusty and bloody.

From the moment she opened the bathroom door, she was acutely aware that there was someone in the room, and then she realized something, slowly calmed down.

She put on her bath towel and wrapped herself up. Then she came out of the bathroom and looked up at the back of the smoking man leaning against the windowsill.

The curtain has been opened by him, and the night wind and moonlight gently blowing and shining in, the air floating light smoke, so that this quiet room a little strange.

She looked at the man's slender back and short black hair, hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Fu Shao..."

The man straightened up and turned his head to look at her.

Seeing the man's face, Downing was stunned.

The other side is younger than she imagined, very beautiful, and even too beautiful.

Looking at the man's face, Downing froze for a while, then awkwardly reacted, and his face turned red.

The other side seems to have been used to it for a long time, and did not mind. He shook the ash on his fingertips, and gave her a slight smile. He said, "is it still customary to live here?"

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