At 11 o'clock in the evening, Wen Qing looked towards the window on the third floor. The owner of this house had a very good habit. She counted in her mind: one, two, three. Sure enough, the lights on the third floor went out on time. She lowered her head, wrapped her collar, turned and left.
Jiang Yi opened a crack and looked out of the window. The woman downstairs was lowering her head and seemed to be thinking about something, then turned and left.
Jiang Yi let go of the curtains, held his chin and thought: He didn't know this woman, but for some unknown reason, she had been following him quietly for a month. After turning off the lights, he left quietly. She followed him seemingly without disturbing him. Jiang Yi couldn't understand why he got into trouble with a female stalker. . .