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A veil of white mist enveloped the surroundings, and Ziya strained to push it aside, but the Mist Veil felt like an endless curtain; every layer she parted was quickly replaced by another. The mist rolled in continuously, resembling clouds, more like a fairy tale from a magical realm. Ziya halted her steps and looked around.
A winding path lay hidden within the Mist Veil, and Ziya realized she was inside a three-story building. The glass windows of the building faced the serpentine path, where a woman in black moved gracefully like a shadow swaying in the wind. The woman slowly lifted her head, her silky black hair sliding back to reveal a pale face with an enormous mouth…
“Uh… cough cough…” Ziya suddenly awoke, finding herself lying on the floor beside her bed. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, feeling a chill run through her. Hurriedly, she sat up; her body was drenched as if she had sweated profusely. She thought to herself: I just had a nightmare… Feeling disoriented, she rushed to the bathroom to wash up. As she glanced at the thumb-sized scar on her right side, memories of those days in the hospital when she was unconscious flooded back—this was where the doctor had inserted a needle to infuse medication… Carefully brushing her hair back with her hand, she furrowed her brow upon noticing another inconspicuous scar on her neck, the spot where milk had been infused.
The scars on her body felt like a brand that would accompany her for life, and Ziya's previously bright mood quickly sank into gloom. If only Li Mingxiang hadn’t left any traces, if only the corpse hadn’t shown signs of decomposition, would there still be deaths in that building? After Yuan Ye’s incident, the building had been transferred to another contractor, and Ziya had since moved to work at another television news channel.
As she departed from City A on the train, Ziya gazed out at the fleeting scenery of trees and villages; the clusters of tender green lifted her spirits. Holding a copy of Easy Forest Magazine in her hands, she found herself unable to read it, resting her head against the window as the rushing wind tousled her hair… At that moment, a sudden flash startled Ziya into turning around.
“What are you doing?” Ziya asked, fixing her gaze on the man holding a camera.
“Sorry! Your expression just now was so captivating; your natural beauty inspired me so much that I couldn’t resist taking a photo without your permission… Look at this?” The man had thick eyebrows and eyes that sparkled with intelligence beneath them. His straight nose resembled that of movie star Xie Tingfeng, and his casual attire exuded an irresistible charm.
Ziya feigned indifference and smiled lightly. “It’s fine; just make sure to give me the photo later.”
The man immediately relaxed his seemingly tense demeanor and extended his neatly manicured hand toward her with a charming smile. “May I know your name? Beautiful lady!”
Ziya paused for several seconds before responding with a slight smile that revealed a hint of dimples at the corners of her mouth. She put down her book and politely extended her hand. “No need to be so formal; it seems I’m already an aging leftover woman…”
“Hahaha! Not at all! My name is Severe Cold; may I ask yours?” The man introduced himself generously while maintaining his grip on Ziya’s hand, gazing intently into her glass-like clear eyes.
“I’m Fang Ziya; please don’t laugh,” Ziya quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushing instantly as she hurriedly picked up Easy Forest Magazine and began flipping through it casually.
"Are you afraid of me? I... don't think anyone would be afraid of me!" Severe Cold observed the other person, who had once again sat down and ignored him, and spoke with a probing gaze.
"No, don't mind me. I'm not afraid of anything," Ziya replied. Although she didn't dislike him, if he continued to ramble on like this, she would definitely switch seats in a heartbeat.
"Uh..." Severe Cold fell silent. Perhaps he noticed the hint of annoyance in her eyes when she lifted her gaze for a few seconds. He seemed to be an energetic guy; even without speaking, he kept fiddling with his digital camera.
Outside the train window, a light drizzle had begun to fall, marking the arrival of spring rain. The thirsty plants eagerly shook their tender leaves, welcoming the gentle shower.
Ziya hadn't contacted Sun Meng yet. She thought it wouldn't be too late to reach out once she arrived in town, but this drizzle felt like a woman's endless sorrow, persistently falling without any intention of stopping. The train pulled into the station, revealing a bustling scene on the platform.
"Hey, do you need a guide?" Severe Cold suddenly appeared beside Ziya, who was looking around.
"It doesn't matter. If you're willing, just take me there," Ziya said. She had just gotten off the train and tried to contact Sun Meng, but it seemed that this guy's phone was out of service. It was frustrating since he had promised to pick her up today; perhaps he simply forgot!
"Green Country Villa! What are you going there for?" Severe Cold asked in surprise, his expression tightening slightly as if he sensed something unusual about her destination.
"How do you know this place?" Ziya felt something was off with his demeanor and quickly pressed for more information.
"Well, not only do I know it, but I live nearby—about twenty miles from the villa," Severe Cold replied with a furrowed brow and an uneasy tone. His reaction only piqued Ziya's curiosity further.
"Then can you take me there? My friend is providing care for the owner of the villa," Ziya said excitedly upon hearing that he was also familiar with the area and hoped to ride with him.
"No, I can't let you go. Your friend can't possibly be there; you must have made a mistake," Severe Cold insisted firmly as he glanced at the endless drizzle in the sky.
"Why can't you take me? You're... boring. I'll find a car myself," Ziya muttered in disappointment. She grabbed her suitcase and headed toward the unlicensed taxis parked near the station.
Severe Cold frowned, watching Ziya approach the shady drivers haggling over prices. He thought about the villa located by a remote riverbank; it wasn't safe for a girl to be alone there.
Moreover, those men driving flashy cars were bound to be attracted to a pretty girl. In today's complicated society, what was she thinking coming here all by herself? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He hurriedly shouted to Ziya, "Hey! Ziya, I changed my mind. Let's go!"
Unexpectedly, his shout angered the drivers who were bargaining. They clenched their fists and followed Ziya with hostile intent. Severe Cold stood his ground, fists tightened, quietly observing what these men intended to do.
What he didn't expect was for Ziya to actually get into a scuffle with them.
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