The sound of fingers moving faintly resounded.
She hadn't been so overly dramatic in a while. Back in junior high, she would often make such movements, but after being told that she would get arthritis as she aged, she stopped cracking her fingers.
Her steps were not quick, but the room was only so big, so the distance between them gradually closed.
"What are you trying to do?" Xu Shulou suddenly stood up, dragging the chair legs on the ground with a harsh, disturbing noise.
The brief sound sent chills down one's spine.
The person across from him moved swiftly, one hand rubbing the fingertips of the other. The nails were shiny and lustrous, yet in Xu Shulou's eyes, they inexplicably emitted a coldness.
It was as if that hand was a cold and sharp knife.
As if facing a great enemy, he took a step back, cautiously staring at Lu Jingzhi, his pupils shrinking due to tension.
Suddenly, memories from the past occupied his mind.
Last year.
In the mountains and forests.
