The room was quiet.

Shi Yanding sat in the dark, not daring to move for fear of waking up the girl who was resting her head on his lap.

She was sleeping soundly and deeply.

Look from Shi Yan's perspective.

She lay sideways with her palms placed naturally on her cheeks, her eyelashes curled like a fan and closed, her breathing was shallow and even, and she was as well-behaved and quiet as a child.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

She woke up.

Shi Yan noticed it first. He lowered his head. Sheng Yuan turned her head, opened her eyes and looked at him quietly.

“…”

The two looked at each other in silence for a while.

Sheng Yuan sat up, stepped on the ground, and reached out to hold Shi Yan's hand.

Shi Yan followed Sheng Yuan's subtle force and stood up, then paused.

His legs were a little numb.

…

Sheng Yuan held Shi Yan's hand all the way to the restaurant downstairs.

The table was set for dinner.

After serving the dishes, the servants put down their food, bowed their heads and stepped aside.

Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan sat side by side.

Halfway through the meal, two bowls of soup were served.

One cup was placed in front of Sheng Yuan, and the other cup was placed in front of Shi Yan.

It must be Sheng Yuan's favorite soup. She immediately put down her chopsticks, took the spoon, lowered her head and took a small sip.

Shi Yan glanced at the cup in front of him.

It's lotus root, pear and pork ribs soup.

He silently took note of it in his mind, thinking about going back to look up the recipe so that he could make it for her next time.

Just thinking about this.

Suddenly.

Shi Yan noticed that the cook who brought the soup was secretly staring at Sheng Yuan.

Unlike other servants who would leave after serving the dishes.

She stood there and didn't leave, as if she was very concerned about whether Sheng Yuan would drink the soup.

There was nothing suspicious about this.

It can be understood that as a cook, she is worried about whether what she cooks will suit the taste of the host family.

But somehow, it just felt a little weird.

As if she noticed Shi Yan's gaze, the cook lowered her head, and a black mole at the corner of her mouth appeared for a moment. Then, she nodded slightly, turned around and left, returning to the kitchen.

“…”

After dinner.

Shi Yan once again saw Sheng Yuan pour out two small white pills from the transparent box and swallow them.

Putting down the glass of water, she reached out to him.

Shi Yan pursed his lips, handed over his hand, and then she held it.

Sheng Yuan took Shi Yan back to the bedroom, walked to the sofa, and lay on Shi Yan's legs.

She looked like she hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Her thin white eyelids were drooping, and there was a light dark blue color under her eyelids.

I closed my eyes for less than a moment and fell asleep.

…

At that time.

Sheng Yi from Xiangyang District received a call.

The woman on the other end of the phone deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Miss, everything is going well."

Sheng Yi hung up the phone with a smile.

"Miss, what's the matter? Why are you so happy?" The housekeeper Wu Ma brought a plate of cut fruits and placed it in front of Sheng Yi, asking curiously.

Sheng Yi took the small fork, poked a piece of iced watermelon and put it in her mouth, and said in a good mood: "Of course, there will be a good show to watch soon."

* There is a humidifier in the room.

The mist wafted out with a faint fragrance that seemed to soothe the mind.

Shi Yan did not move, and competently served as Sheng Yuan's pillow.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Shi Yan smelled the fragrance that made him relax unconsciously, and gradually he felt sleepy.

…

Shi Yan didn't expect that he fell asleep too.

He woke up in a second.

Sheng Yuan, who was originally resting her head on his legs, disappeared.

There was only a dim floor lamp in the room, so visibility was slightly low.

She is not in the room.

at last.

Shi Yan found Sheng Yuan in the living room downstairs.

It's already late at night.

The huge living room was quiet, empty and without any lights on. Only the moon hanging high outside the window cast a thin layer of cool, pale moonlight.

The girl was sitting on the sofa in the middle.

She placed her hands on her knees, with her head slightly lowered. Her dark hair fell down, half covering her slender white shoulders. Her face and expression could not be seen.

She just sat there quietly.

"Sheng Yuan?"

Shi Yan walked up to her and called her name softly.

Sheng Yuan did not respond.

Shi Yan called her again.

Very slowly, Sheng Yuan opened her half-closed eyelids. She looked up and looked at the boy in front of her with a dull gaze, her eyes full of unfamiliarity: "Who are you?"

Shi Yan was stunned. Noticing that Sheng Yuan was not in a good state, he frowned slightly and said, "I am Shi Yan."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Shi, Yan?" Sheng Yuan repeated these two words with a thoughtful look on his face.

She stood up and moved slightly closer to Shi Yan, her eyes falling on the boy's cold face, from his eyebrows to his nose bridge to his thin lips, passing over them one by one.

It was as if he was carefully identifying whether the person in front of him was "Shi Yan".

then.

She seemed to "recognize" him, slowly curved her beautiful almond eyes, leaned over, and hugged Shi Yan.

“…”

A light and pleasant floral scent filled his nose. When the girl suddenly hugged him, Shi Yan's brain froze and his limbs felt panic-stricken, at a loss as to what to do.

Next second.

Shi Yan's pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body froze. After a moment, he lowered his head in a daze.

A fruit knife was inserted into his abdomen, and at the other end of the knife was a slender white hand.

Shi Yan raised his eyes.

The owner of the hand looked at him expressionlessly, then pulled his hand away emotionlessly.

The knife is drawn.

Shi Yan groaned.

Blood gushed out, almost instantly staining the boy's white clothes red.

The blood from the blade in her hand dripped onto the floor, but Sheng Yuan's expression did not change at all. She looked at Shi Yan getting injured coldly, so cold and frosty that she seemed like a completely different person.

Suddenly, the lights in the living room came on.

"ah--!"

A sharp female voice broke the silence of the villa.

The night watch maid was terrified and collapsed to the ground, stammering, "Murder, murder! The young lady murdered someone!"

“Bang.”

The sharp sound of the blade falling to the floor.

Sheng Yuan felt like she had just woken up from a dream.

I opened my eyes and was so shocked by the scene in front of me that my heart trembled.

Shi Yan was lying on the sofa, holding his bleeding abdomen, his lips extremely pale...

* Same as that night.

It was exactly the same as when Yu Meng was carried out covered in blood.

Shi Yan was taken away by ambulance.

Sheng Yuan did not follow.

She seemed afraid and her hands couldn't stop shaking.

All the servants were driven away, leaving her alone.

Sheng Yuan covered her head in despair, as if she couldn't believe that she was the one who stabbed Shi Yan.

From upstairs came the sounds of claws scratching at the door and animals groaning.

It’s Xiaoman.

The sound came from the direction of the study. The door of the study can only be opened with Sheng Yuan's fingerprint, so it must be that she locked Xiaoman in with her own hands when she was unconscious.

Sheng Yuan's white nightgown was still stained with Shi Yan's blood. She walked towards the study upstairs in a daze, wanting to let Xiaoman out. Her finger had just placed on the sensor.

A hand reached out from behind and covered Sheng Yuan's face tightly with gauze.

A pungent sweet smell rushed into my nose.

Three seconds later.

Sheng Yuan lost consciousness and passed out...