Tonight, the sky seemed to be covered in a layer of gray gauze. Huaxia University's wall isolated the clamor in the city. Although there was an endless stream of students on both sides, there were very few people on this path.
Amid the quiet atmosphere, Xue Xi lowered her head and stared at her wrist with widened eyes.
She could clearly feel as though she had been caught by something. That thing was pulling at her forcefully, and it seemed to be heading toward a small garden that was empty…
Unfortunately, Xue Xi was too strong. That thing pulled hard but could not make her move.
A chill ran down Xue Xi's spine. For some unknown reason, the image of Liu Zhao before she died where she was waving her arms on the rooftop as though she was speaking to the air appeared in her mind.
She stared at the empty space in front of her and felt as though someone was standing there.
