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In the corridor, a series of footsteps echoed. Xia Xiaoyu rushed towards the gate in a state of panic.
However, before she could reach the Staircase Entrance, a figure stood outside the Old Building, shrouded in the night.
It was Zhang Li.
Up close, Xia Xiaoyu could only vaguely see her indifferent expression and the hint of coldness in her eyes.
She simply stared coldly at Xia Xiaoyu.
"What are you doing here?"
Xia Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Li in surprise, struggling to understand why she would be here at this moment.
"I came for a walk when I started feeling bored," Zhang Li replied, her tone somewhat vague, as if she were hiding something.
"Let's go back!"
Xia Xiaoyu didn't press further, but a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes at that moment.
She stepped forward, walking ahead of Zhang Li. Zhang Li remained silent, only slightly shifting her stance to face Xia Xiaoyu.
However, what Xia Xiaoyu didn't see was that Zhang Li's right hand, hidden behind her back, tightly gripped a cold and glinting dagger.
"I have no place to store my things in the dorm. Can I borrow your locker?" Zhang Li suddenly said, looking at Xia Xiaoyu who had taken a few steps ahead.
"Are you stalking me?"
Xia Xiaoyu did not answer but suddenly turned around and asked sternly.
"Ah..."
Startled by Xia Xiaoyu's sudden voice, Zhang Li instinctively took a step back, her eyes wide open as she stared at Xia Xiaoyu.
In her eyes, a flicker of thought seemed to be racing, and her hand gripping the dagger tightened. Just as she had made up her mind to take action, a shadow suddenly descended from the rooftop with a whoosh and landed heavily on the ground.
Bang...
A dull thud echoed, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, followed by a pained groan! The closest to the scene was Xia Xiaoyu.
Her face was splattered with a mixture of faint blood and warm viscous liquid.
The overwhelming stench of blood began to spread out, filling the entire area.
In the night sky, the moon, hidden behind dark clouds, emerged and cast its cold light, illuminating the pitch-black earth with an eerie chill.
Xia Xiaoyu, standing closest to the scene, saw a figure lying on the faintly glowing cement road. Although it was night and the color of the blood was not visible, dark viscous liquid began to flow along the uneven surface of the cement.
On the cement ground lay a shadow, motionless. Yet with the weak light reflected by the moon, Xia Xiaoyu was still able to see the true form of this shadow.
She is actually Surin?
Lying quietly in the space between her and Zhang Li, having fallen from above.
After hesitating for just over ten seconds, Zhang Li suddenly reacted, shouting and running away in a frenzy.
Meanwhile, Xia Xiaoyu felt as if she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place, her mind blank for a moment.
The night air blew with a bone-chilling cold. Just as Xia Xiaoyu regained a bit of awareness and tried to muster all her strength to leave, a hand reached out and tightly grasped her pant leg.
“She... she... has come back...”
Surin kept murmuring, blood spilling from her mouth, her eyes wide as she stared at the rooftop, her hand gripping Xia Xiaoyu's pant leg tightly, hoarsely repeating those words.
In just over ten seconds, the hand that held onto Xia Xiaoyu's pant leg slowly loosened and then fell to the floor.
Surin was dead.
The cold wind swept through, and it felt as if Xia Xiaoyu's heart had frozen, a chill enveloping her completely. She felt nothing at all. She was left dazed, forgetting to think, forgetting everything...
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