There was the sound of leather shoes scraping against high fabric again.
"One, two..." Xue Yi hid in the closet, silently counting the numbers in his mind.
"Five, six..." The sound of leather shoes came closer and closer again.
Peering out through the crack in the closet door, their bloodshot eyes looked at each other for an instant.
Creaking, the cabinet door was opened.
"I found you, Yi."
Purpose: The highest love is to live and die together