Another night.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but Tang Rui always felt that the rain tonight was just like the rain many years ago, when Wen Xishu had invited her to go on a killing spree...
Exactly the same.
As she and Wen Xishu prepared to head out, she felt as though she had returned to the past.
Jiangcheng City.
Rain poured over the city. Amid the lights of countless homes, Old Li and his family of three were happily enjoying hot pot.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" his daughter asked naturally.
"Did you order takeout?" Old Li's wife asked.
Old Li shook his head.
"Who'd be delivering in weather like this?"
A woman's voice came from outside the door.
"I'm your older sister."
At first, Old Li and his wife were both startled. What older sister?
But clearly, the voice had answered their daughter's question. Only their daughter's expression changed in an instant, from puzzled to blank.
She suddenly stood up and ran to open the door like a sleepwalker, her eyes vacant.
The door soon opened. A young woman stood outside, drenched in rain. She looked somewhat bedraggled, but her eyes held an inscrutable, eerie gleam.
"Little sister, did you miss me?"
"Welcome, big sister."
Their daughter's expression grew even blanker. She walked back woodenly, like a puppet on strings.
Steam rose from the hot pot, its broth bubbling. The aroma filling the room whetted the eerie young woman's appetite.
"Dad, Mom."
She suddenly spoke.
In the time it took her to say those words, Old Li and his wife's expressions froze as well, and their eyes went vacant.
After quite some time, the family of four began eating.
Even more strangely, Old Li and his wife's expressions gradually returned to