He Xing stayed behind alone, touching his chin, which bore a light and fine stubble, somewhat prickly to the touch, "How else would I let you know that I live right next to you?"
The door shut, and Nan Qing paced excitedly around the room, "What on earth does He Xing want to do, haunt me like a persistent ghost?"
"Whatever he wants to do, it's none of my business." Fu Han said as she walked towards her darkroom without looking back. The preliminary submissions for the competition were due soon, and she had to finish them tonight.
Nan Qing squeezed in before she could close the door, "Miss, don't you feel creeped out being watched all the time? How can you still be so calm?"
"What good would panicking do?" Fu Han had already started preparing to wash the photos again, her tweezers holding the pristine photo paper as she shook it in the developer, patterns gradually emerging, "In City A, as long as he wishes, I can't evade him even if I were invisible."
