The night sky outside the window was quiet.
Looking out from the room covered by lights, the darkness felt kind of cold that when one stared long enough, it would become a bottomless black hole. The black hole was as though able to draw out one's soul as fear crept up Xiang Wan's spine.
"Bai Muchuan—"
Xiang Wan suddenly thought of the mysterious ID at her book review and comments page.
"Do your best, I'll make sure that you'll be popular! Famous and celebrated! Release your inner demons completely…"
"For example, I'm your crazy fan. In order to chase you for updates, I start to lose my mind. I'll kill a person when you stop writing for one day and so on?"
Is it really a coincidence?
Hope so! Xiang Wan gasped, seemingly gripped by a certain fear that clasped her heart tightly.
