Luo Xuan sipped the coffee in his hands and listened to the sirens as they drew closer to them. Finally, he looked at Shui Anluo.
"My name is Luo Xuan," Luo Xuan murmured softly into her ear.
The piercing sounds of the sirens grew closer and closer like a ghost rising suddenly from the depths of the night.
Shui Anluo turned around. Just as she was growing curious about his name, a police car stopped next to her. Once she turned back again, the man had disappeared.
Shui Anluo straightened up and was not concerned about the policeman who was approaching her. Instead, she looked everywhere. The car was still here but the man had disappeared.
'Luo Xuan?'
'Why was it the surname 'Luo' again?'
She seemed to recall that her stepfather's name was Luo Yun. Was there someone else with the Luo surname?
"Miss Shui."
