At night, Lu Mian returned home with an air of lethality.
Dressed head to toe in black, she changed out of her clothes and casually tossed them into the washing machine. Slipping into her comfortable pajamas, she went to rifle through the fridge for something to eat.
The fridge was virtually empty, save for the light that shone steadfastly within.
It was truly a sad tale.
She closed the refrigerator door, deciding to go to bed.
Glancing at her phone during a brief moment, she saw several missed calls from Teacher Su but decided to ignore them.
Xiao Qimo, in the next room, had always been silently aware of the neighbor's movements. Hearing the security door open and close, he knew that Lu Mian had arrived home.
He looked up at the wall clock—eleven o'clock.
So late, where had this girl been?
MM Ji Restaurant? A bar? Or some other place?
Was she feeling all right?
Had she returned to normal?
What important things were written in that pink notebook?
