An intruder? She startled away all drowsiness, stood up, and quickly grabbed a vase from the corner and fumbled along the wall toward it. It wasn't completely dark yet outside, as there was still some light, but because the figure was backlit, she couldn't make out his face for a moment, only knowing he was a tall and straight man.
The doors and windows rattled a few times then stilled, and the silhouette calmly stood there, waiting for her to open the door. Her heart pounded 'thump thump', her palms slick with sweat, Should she go and tell Aunt Huang first? After all, the intruder was a man.
"Qianxue, it's me." The figure finally spoke softly and tapped the glass door again, seemingly aware of her fright.
Crash—Qianxue accidentally dropped the vase to the floor. God, that voice, how could it be Huai'an's voice? Although she hadn't seen Huai'an for over four years, she had his voice etched in her heart.
