The night is as dark as ink, and only the lights are shining brightly.

The door opened, and the cold wind from outside blew in, bringing endless coolness.

It's autumn, and the bleak days have replaced the fiery yesterday. Spring is probably not far away.

Zhang Ming stood at the door, looking at the empty corridor ahead.

The silence of the night is still there and no one can break it.

But now, she is looking forward to someone who can break it.

Ta,ta,ta.

The sound of steady footsteps came, destroying the silence here, and the man in black appeared in Zhang Ming's sight.

When Zhang Ming looked at Zhan Lian, the person walking towards her lowered his head.

Zhan Lianshi looked at her and the open door. He came steadily, gradually closing the distance between him and the door.

So close, so far away.

The distance that can be measured is not distance. The distance that cannot be measured is the real distance.

This road seemed to have gone a long way, as if he had walked through a patch of thorns and crossed mountains and rivers. He finally came to this door.

But at this moment, Zhan Lianshi stopped.

Stopped outside the gate.

At this time, he looked inside, at the closed bedroom door, his eyes stopped moving, and all the ink gathered on the closed door, frozen.

The cry spread out from that door, blowing toward him like countless needles in the wind. The needles blew into his body and pierced his heart. His bones and blood stirred in his body.

Rolling over and dripping with blood.

The atmosphere around him became quiet, and the night in his eyes sank.

At this time, he was extremely quiet.

Zhang Ming stood nearby, looking at the person who stopped for a moment. The aura on his body changed with the cry, and the night in his eyes also became different.

Now, the person in front of her is not Mr. Zhan, but Zhan Lianshi.

An ordinary man who cannot be more ordinary.

"Ms. Lin was normal before and there was nothing unusual about her. But twenty minutes ago, I heard Miss Lin crying and came out to take a look."

"After it's confirmed, I want to go in, but I feel like I won't be able to comfort her if I go in."

Zhang Ming looked inside and saw the closed master bedroom door. There was no light on, and darkness was still raging inside.

After she said these two sentences, she said no more, but she walked in and turned off the light in her bedroom. In an instant, only the light from the corridor came into the living room.

Once the door is closed, the light in the corridor will disappear.

She knew that the person standing at the door now did not need light.

He needed darkness to urge him to go in and get in front of that person.

Zhan Lianshi's eyes moved, and the silence inside disappeared. Many things poured out from the condensed ink, turning clouds and rain. Then, he took steps and stepped through the door.

Every step I took was like a steel knife scraping my bones. The pain made me numb.

But at this moment, his heart was still trembling.

Trembling so surely, so desperate.

The door closed little by little, gradually closing tightly, and darkness spread... Lin Lian sat on the bed, hugging her legs, burying her face in her legs, tears burning on her skin.

It hurts.

It hurt so much that she wanted to scream.

But no, she couldn't scream because it was useless.

She just waited, waiting for the burning pain to disappear, waiting for this painful dream to end.

Zhan Lianshi stood outside the door. He listened to the crying inside, the ups and downs of each sound, and the pain contained in it. He did not move at all.

At this time, he is the night, and the night is him.

He stared at the door, as if staring at the people inside.

Silent night, a door, just like this, separated by countless pasts.

What should I do to walk in and dare to walk in?

In life, a difficult problem is placed in front of you.

And this question was asked by myself.

What’s the explanation?

Zhan Lianshi's heart was beating, with blood in his mouth every time, his throat was slightly itchy, and fishy and sweet stool was about to gush out.

He swallowed, pressing it down, holding it in his mouth, which was hot and burning his taste buds.

The smell of blood is so refreshing.
Chapter completed!