She took a good look at the man in front of her, who had a delicate face with a faint smile always lingering on his lips.
His face became clear in Song Nuan's terrified blur.
"Brother Jingsheng?" Song Nuan's voice trembled.
Fu Jingsheng pulled her up from the ground: "What's wrong?"
"Just... scared."
Song Nuan lowered her eyes: "I... just went to the bathroom and felt like someone was watching me."
"Is that so?" Fu Jingsheng glanced inside the bathroom with his deep eyes, squinting. The bathroom was brightly lit, the cold wind howling through, making the chandelier at the door swing and the reflected shadows also moving on the bathroom walls.
Other than that, he didn't find anything unusual.
He raised his hand, gently pressed Song Nuan's shoulder, and pointed at the light: "See that, maybe it's just the shadows, nothing else."
Song Nuan stared unblinkingly for a while before she finally nodded.
Perhaps it really was the shadows.
