Scarlet City, six o'clock in the morning, the scorching sun breaks the dawn.
A suppressed sigh came from the room at the end of the second-floor corridor.
Xi Luo opened her eyes, and a ray of morning light happened to fall on her furrowed brow, reflecting a bit of her haggard melancholy.
A sleepless night, clearly very tired, yet unable to fall asleep no matter what.
Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see were Zong Zhan's bloody wounds and his deep eyes tinged with faint disappointment.
Xi Luo irritably ruffled her hair, lifted the blanket, opened the window, and lit a cigarette, trying to calm her restless heart with nicotine.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the vibration of the phone pulled Xi Luo's thoughts back; it was a WeChat message.
Yan: Come down to eat.
Xi Luo looked at the screen and smiled slightly, stubbed out the remaining half of the cigarette, put on her sneakers, and went out the door.
The seventh room where Zong Zhan stayed was on her way downstairs.
