Jiang Ke raised his hand and tried to knock on the door. The moment his joints touched the door, he paused and then slowly pulled back.

He turned around, walked a few steps, and finally turned back.

"Knock knock knock."

He finally knocked on the door.

There was no sound inside.

There was light coming from the crack in the door, and the room was bright. Logically speaking, Mo Qing should not have slept. However, no one came to open the door, and no sound was heard.

After a pause, Jiang Ke knocked on the door twice more and shouted in a deep voice: "Mo Qing."

Still no response.

Jiang Ke thought for a moment, put his hand on the door handle, pushed down hard, and the door lock opened.

He paused, then pushed the door open.

The room was full of light, and a cool breeze blew in. Jiang Ke squinted his eyes, his field of vision narrowed, and he saw the figure standing in front of the window, with his nightgown flying and his black hair dancing wildly.

Mo Qing turned her back to him.

The nightgown was as thin as a layer of tulle, outlining her slender figure. The back collar was slightly open, and the slender neck lines were soft, barely visible in the flying blue silk.

She looked back at him.

That glance sent chills down Jiang Ke's spine and he froze in place.

Her eyes were red, bright and rich, like blood, like ghosts from the underworld, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

And her nails, I don’t know when, grew very long, and the nails turned red.

With just one glance, Mo Qing suddenly raised his hand, and a stone flew over, brushed past Jiang Ke's shoulder, and bounced to the switch button on the wall.

There was a "click" and the light went out.

Darkness instantly swallowed up his vision, and Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment when he saw the white shadow passing by the window, the hem of his skirt sliding along the window frame, and soon the figure completely disappeared.

Jiang Ke walked into the bedroom and quickly came to the window, but looked around and found nothing.

Jiang carved his temples straight and protruding.

He pressed his temples with his fingers and took a few seconds to calm down. However, no matter how he thought about it, he did not feel that the scene just now was an illusion.

Even though, the picture looked like an illusion.

So, Mo Qing has lived for a hundred years and behaves differently from ordinary people because... she is not human?

When this idea came up, Jiang Ke was shocked for a moment, and then suppressed these emotions.

This is not the point.

The question is, where will she go?

Will she come back again?

After standing at the window for a long time, Jiang Ke's eyes adapted to the darkness. With the moonlight shining into the room, Jiang Ke glanced around.

This is the first time Mo Qing has come here since he moved in.

A bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. Cold and monotonous, clearly empty.

Mo Qing didn't have many belongings, so he had packed them all and put them beside the bed, just two bags. There were some bottles and jars on the desk, half of them were filled, and some powders and granules were spilled.

Jiang Ke walked over, placed the fallen porcelain vase, twisted some powder with his fingers, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly.

A medicinal smell.

…

Jiang Ke did not leave and stayed in the bedroom.

The moon rises high into the sky and then sets quietly. The night is based on black, extremely dark, like silky satin. The crescent moon hangs in the eastern sky, as thin as a curved hook.

The window is always open.

It was freezing inside.

When dawn was approaching, Jiang Ke looked out the window at the night, closed his eyes, and finally turned around and left.

He returned to his bedroom without turning on the light. He went to the bedside table and touched a cigarette and a lighter.

Only then did he realize that his fingers were stiff.

The floor heating in the villa was on, and he only wore a home sweater. The wind blew next door all night. He didn't feel cold, but his body was frozen.

After moving his fingers, Jiang Ke frowned slightly, picked up a cigarette, and bit it.

He opened the lighter, and a light blue flame suddenly burst out. His deep eyes stared at the flame, and he vaguely thought of that rainy day in the Mo family.

Mo Qing lowered his head and smoked, had a fragile and flexible slender neck, and had a very faint seductive charm.

Desolate white, extremely gorgeous.

Suddenly, in the quiet morning, the sound of closing the window was heard, very soft but abrupt.

The fire went out.

*

Jiang Ke didn't sleep. After staying up for two hours, he looked at his watch and went to take a shower.

It was breakfast time. When Jiang Ke went downstairs, he heard noises from the kitchen. It was Mrs. Chen making breakfast. He walked down the stairs calmly as before.

A voice came from the restaurant.

Mo Qing said: "Sister-in-law Chen, add some vinegar."

Mrs. Chen responded: "Here we come."

Walking faster, Jiang Ke walked outside the restaurant and saw Mo Qing eating dumplings at the dining table. Mrs. Chen ran out of the kitchen holding a bottle of vinegar. When she saw Jiang Ke, she greeted him.

Jiang Ke's eyes were fixed on Mo Qing.

Mo Qing raised his head, looked at him calmly, and said, "Morning."

Her pupils are black and her nails are trimmed, neat and round. They are no different from before.

The scene last night seemed like an illusion.

"morning."

Jiang Ke replied, walked to the opposite side of Mo Qing, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"When are you leaving?" Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment after asking.

When he said this, he had the intention of driving people away.

Mo Qing looked calm, added some vinegar to his condiment plate, and said, "Morning."

After a pause, Jiang Ke said, "I'll see you off."

"No, Hoth will pick him up." Mo Qing refused.

They didn't mention anything about last night, as if nothing had happened.

But, there are fewer words.

The breakfast was very quiet. Mo Qing put down her chopsticks and went back to her room. She didn't go downstairs with her luggage until Huos came to pick her up.

She didn't say goodbye.

Jiang Ke didn't send it either.

Jiang Ke stood by the window and saw Mo Qing walking out the door. The man named Huos diligently carried her luggage, opened the door, and then drove away, leaving the door empty.

Do they all know?

Jiang Ke was a little uneasy. He couldn't explain it clearly, but it was still on his mind.

Even more uneasy than when he found out that he had no past.

If he had been in the fog, Mo Qing's appearance was like a net covering it, pulling a thread, leading to a mystery and a secret organization from a hundred years ago.

What is the end of this line?

"Knock knock knock." Mrs. Chen's voice sounded at the door, "Master Jiang."

Glancing at the door again, Jiang Ke averted his gaze and went to open the door.

"Master Jiang," Mrs. Chen took out two familiar small porcelain bottles and handed them to Jiang Ke, "Miss Mo asked me to give these to you. She said that when you have a headache, just take one and it will relieve the symptoms."

"Um."

Jiang Ke responded calmly and took the small porcelain vase.

"Also." Mrs. Chen took something out of her pocket again and saw that it was a black card. "When she left just now, she asked me to return this card to you."

Jiang Ke frowned slightly and took the black card over.

Just return the card to him and want to end the relationship?

There are no doors.

*

The warm winter sun has set on the ground, the sunshine is just right, and the breeze is gentle. Winter in southern cities has no distinctive features, and the two rows of trees on the roadside are still lush.
To be continued...