An Mingji knew that Gu Jin was right outside the door; he could see through the crack that Gu Jin was standing there.
He stared at the shadow by the door, a look of possessive, sinister terror glimmering in his eyes.
Even though he knew Gu Jin was outside, he still did it.
He made sure Gu Jin understood the darkness within him and his possessiveness towards her.
He wanted her to know, to have nowhere to escape.
An Mingji's face twisted for a moment, his expression turning painful yet indulgent.
On the European-style wooden bed, the silk cherry blossom blanket revealed An Mingji's scarred legs, uncovered and exposed.
A hint of ambiguous, almost impossible to ignore, stain marked the surface of the blanket.
In the quiet room, unstable breathing mixed with An Mingji's joyful, low laughter.
It was like performing the most moving melody in the world.
An Mingji glanced at his hand a few times, casually wiping it on the nearby blanket.
