As soon as he made a move, the other people who had been paying attention to him turned their eyes to him.
As the night progressed, everyone became more nervous and uneasy.
"I'm going to rest first." Yu Qirong's tone was stiff and slightly annoyed. His sharp canine teeth subconsciously rubbed his lips. He looked at the people who were ready to make a move one by one, and then slowed down his tone, "I'm just going to rest for a while. Don't disturb me."
This sentence stopped several people who had their own ulterior motives. Yu Qirong no longer paid attention to their reactions. He walked around a group of students playing poker on the ground floor and went straight upstairs.
After the remaining four people watched him go upstairs, they turned their gazes to each other, their eyes full of vigilance and a hint of surveillance.
Since I am not allowed to disturb them, I certainly cannot give others this opportunity.
"I say, it's already this time, everyone should respect the rules and not play any tricks, OK?" Lu Zichu threw the cards in his hand onto the table, grinned, looked at the other three people one by one, and was the first to make a suggestion.
Tang Xingfei pursed his lips, his dark eyes revealing something. He spoke with a hard, cold expression on his lips: "I have no objection."
He turned his gaze to Tang Xingjin, "Put your phone on the table too."
Tang Xingjin paused, his face showing no embarrassment at having his trick seen through. He just glanced coldly at his brother who looked like him, then slowly took out the phone from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Su Tang's face showed no emotion. He pursed his thin lips and looked at the green grass outside the villa. He looked like the calmest of the four people, but his crossed hands revealed his complicated emotions at the moment.
In the middle of the first floor, there was a floor-standing classical clock. Every step of the brass hands seemed to strike the hearts of the people present.
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.
"It's getting dark. Should we turn on the lights?" Yu Lin couldn't help but ask, as if he couldn't stand this atmosphere.
As soon as he finished speaking, his face was illuminated by the suddenly brightening light outside. Yu Lin raised his hand to shield his eyes and murmured, "Was there a flash?"
What answered him was the next loud thunder, and then the sound outside gradually turned into a crackling sound that was getting louder and louder.
Lu Zichu, who was originally leaning on the sofa, suddenly stopped having a playful expression on his face and sat up straight, his back so tense that his straight spine could be seen through his clothes.
This is Yu Qirong's illusion. No matter the events that happened or the weather, they are all more or less related to Yu Qirong.
He clenched his fists on the sofa. Was this just a change in the weather, or did it mean that Yu Qirong...
Yu Qirong went upstairs, walked straight to her room, and turned on the light in the room.
The environment here is nice, and there is even a floor-to-ceiling window through which you can see the scenery outside.
But it was obvious that it was not sunny and bright outside now, but rather windy and rainy. After it got dark, the only source of light was the moon in the sky.
The originally straight and beautiful little trees outside were bent by the wind, and the clouds in the sky came from the other side, along with dark clouds.
Yu Qirong put his hand on the cold glass surface, and his eyes, which were clearer than glass, looked coldly at the scenery outside.
The villa is a little remote, surrounded by dense bushes and transplanted forests. The only entrance is a flat cement road that can only accommodate one car.
Yu Qirong's eyebrows were light, and her gaze fell on the cement road that was slightly darker in color due to being wet by the rain.
The light source was so dim that I couldn't see anything clearly. The shadows of the branches swaying left and right in the strong wind fell on it, making it look like the devil was dancing wildly.
I don't know how long he looked, but he suddenly withdrew his gaze, as if he had just realized his own actions, and took two steps away from the floor-to-ceiling window.
Although he deliberately slowed down his pace, his steps were still messy and irritable. Yu Qirong's expression seemed to be affected by the weather outside, gloomy and seductive.
He pulled out his phone and saw the time on the lock screen—8:30.
This time is still some time away from today, but it is not too early.
Yu Qirong frowned, sat on the edge of the bed, and subconsciously clenched the phone in his fingers.
This trip was a bit abrupt, and that person might not know about it.
...But didn't that person suddenly appear last time at University A? Why is there no sign of him at this time?
Apart from the sound of rain hitting the glass, there was no other sound in the room. It was so quiet that it was scary.
Yu Qirong's posture did not change at all. He sat there quietly for who knows how long. Then he slowly frowned and looked at the time again.
Nine o'clock sharp.
There are only three hours left until the end of the day.
Another thirty minutes later, there was a knock on Yu Qirong's door. He paused, his limbs feeling numb from maintaining the same posture for so long.
After moving slightly, Yu Qirong stood up and opened the door, and saw the four people who should be sitting downstairs.
"Qiqi, are you okay?" Lu Zichu hesitated to speak. He saw that the weather not only did not clear up, but it seemed to be getting worse.
After all, this is a mountainous area. If there is a mudslide, not to mention whether Yu Qirong will choose her, she might not even be able to survive.
Yu Qirong thought for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth slowly, and there was nothing unusual in his voice: "Not bad."
Before the others could speak, Yu Qirong stopped them from saying anything. "I haven't thought about it yet. Can you wait for me downstairs until 12 o'clock?"
At this time, some students who went to bed early were already sleepy. They went to their rooms and waited for the sleepiness to completely overwhelm them so that they could fall asleep.
The four of them certainly had no objections, but Yu Qirong's condition made them very worried.
Even though they didn't have as much understanding of the structure of this world as Lu Zichu, they could see that Yu Qirong had some obvious negative emotions on his face.
Even if he intended to hide it, it was revealed thoroughly.
Seeing that several people were still hesitant to speak, Yu Qirong completely lost his patience. He ordered them to leave without a smile in his eyes: "I'm going to rest now. Goodbye."
After that, the door was closed unceremoniously.
Yu Qirong sat back on the bed, his eyes wandering aimlessly among the facilities in the room.
It was not until the ringtone he set for half past eleven rang that he suddenly woke up, turned off the ringtone, stood up, walked to the door, opened it and walked out.
There was no one in the corridor on the second floor. The first floor was also quiet, but the lights were on. There were four men sitting on the sofa, waiting for the results.
The windows in the corridor were not closed, and some of the rain outside was blown in by the wind, attaching to Yu Qirong's body, making her feel a slight chill.
Yu Qirong stood at the window for a while, as if he had calmed down a little after being beaten by the rain. He looked left and right at the empty corridor, then walked lightly to Su Tang's room first.
The owner of the room was not at home, so Yu Qirong was able to enter and turn on the light without any difficulty just by turning the handle.
He stood in front of Su Tang's bed in silence for a while, raised his hand and took out a love letter from his pocket, gently lifted the pillow, and placed the thin piece of paper underneath.
After doing all this, Yu Qirong let out a sigh of relief, took out his cell phone and checked the time again.
11:50.
He left the room, closed the door quietly, and turned to walk in the other direction.
A thin piece of paper was sandwiched between the pillow and the bed sheet, with only a barely noticeable corner showing. This was the second letter.
Yu Qirong's eyes were calm, as if he had suppressed all the anxiety and gloom just now. He picked up the small cufflink in his hand, turned off the light, and left Tang Xingjin's room.
11:54.
After watching Tang Xingfei's video, Yu Qirong saw the time was 11:57.
This time, his steps were obviously not as leisurely as last time. There was a sense of haste in his steps. He suddenly pushed open Lu Zichu's room and looked at the time on his phone again - 11:59.
Yu Qirong pursed her lips and took out a love letter she had written last night, walked to Lu Zichu's bed, and reached out to pull the pillow placed in the middle.
As soon as his fingers touched the pure cotton fabric of the pillow, he felt the smell of rain rushing into the room, and then his wrist was pulled apart forcefully, and the pillow fell heavily back to its original place.
Yu Qirong thought that the not-so-loud but not-so-small collision sound was made by the pillow. When he felt a dull pain in his back, he realized that it was the contact between his bones and the wall. Even with the cushioning of flesh and skin, he could still hear the muffled sound.
He frowned, raised his eyes and bumped into the familiar deep darkness, but vaguely felt that there was something else in the dark pupils this time.
It was like a leaping dark fire, leaping beneath the calm and deep water, as if it wanted to burst out of the water.
Yu Qirong struggled slightly with his wrist, but found that the man's strength had not decreased at all, and it seemed that he had no chance to break free, so he gave up the idea.
The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang, signaling the arrival of twelve o'clock.
This sound did not alleviate the icy cold atmosphere between the two of them.
Yu Qirong sighed, and his back pressed against the cold wall, which gave him a sense of reality. "I thought you weren't going to come."
The man opposite him smelled of rust, and even the black clothes he wore had a darker visual effect. Yu Qirong frowned, and before he could ask in detail, he heard the man speak in a questioning tone, gritting his teeth and asking him:
“How many people have you given love letters to?”
Yu Qirong paused, her snow-white eyelashes stilled, and then she slowly blinked up and down, "Not a lot, right?"
After saying that, he summoned a love letter from his clenched hand like a magic trick, blinked his eyes, and handed it to the stunned person.
Then he closed the distance between them, and lightly brushed the man's cheek with his blood-stained red lips. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he whispered in the man's ear: "This is for you... Tang Xingfei."
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