"Chen Ziqian hasn't been back for a long time, it's just me living here, Yuanhang, you're really overthinking it."
Ling Yuanhang was holding her hand, just looking at her, his gaze filled with immeasurable tenderness.
"My lease is up in just over a month, and I promise you, as soon as it ends, I'll move out." Finally, Suxin compromised and said this.
"Alright."
Walking into Jinfeng Garden, taking the elevator up to the sixteenth floor, Suxin suddenly felt extremely tired.
Beeping in the code, Suxin opened the door to find the place pitch-black; Chen Ziqian truly hadn't come back.
She took off her shoes, put on slippers, and walked in, closing the door behind her. As her hand just touched the light switch, suddenly, a hand pressed down on Suxin's hand.
"Ah—" Suxin screamed.
Her entire body was forcefully pinned against the back of the door.
"Who's there?" Suxin cried out in terror, her heart pounding wildly. A thief? Was a thief inside? Why was her luck so bad today?
