I don't know how I made it through that night.
When the sun shone in from the window the next day, I realized that I had been sitting on the sofa with Xiao Xu in my arms all night.
She slept deeply in my arms, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes, like a child who had been greatly wronged.
In the living room, those corpses and blood stains were all gone.
It was as if the one-sided massacre last night was just a nightmare.
If it weren't for the faint smell of blood still lingering in the air and the shirt on my body that was soaked in blood and then dried and hardened, I would really have thought I was crazy.
She handled the scene.
Handle it cleanly, leaving no trace.
I looked down at the girl in my arms. Her sleeping face was innocent and peaceful.
But I only felt waves of chills.
Who is she?
Why should she stay with me?
Between her terrifying skills and her cute and harmless appearance, which one is the real her?
Or rather, both?
I dare not think about it any more.
After dawn, Xiao Xu woke up.
