In the silence of the night, a dark shadow moved slowly through the living room. The clock hung on the wall ticked rhythmically. It was now three o'clock in the morning. His fingertips scratching the surface of the wall. The man finally stopped before the door to Ying Chen's bedroom. The doorknob slowly turned as the door was gradually pushed open.
The icy gaze pierced through the darkness, staring at the man in bed wearing his pajamas. He was in a very deep sleep. The corners of his lips were curled up into a smile, as if he was indulging in some kind of happy dream. The shadow from beyond the bedroom slowly approached the bed. It moved silently, and it was standing right beside the bedside.
