Late at night, rose petals like bloodthirsty lips were blown away by the wind and swayed in the air. The breeze also blew through the slightly long and curly hair of the man standing alone next to the tall building.
The man was wearing a black tight-fitting outfit and had supermodel-like features. At this moment, he was looking at a light-out window somewhere on the tall building, smiling slightly.
"Qi Yi... Really?" The man lowered his head in thought, then lowered his head slightly and smiled again, murmuring as if talking to himself, "No matter what you call it, the blood particles can only be mine."
He looked thoughtfully at the dark window where nothing could be seen, and then his figure disappeared in the dark shadow.
Only one sentence echoed in the late night streets.
... Qi Yi, my treasure, we will meet soon...