"Starting now—I'm your hostage?"
Fang Xiaoxia stared blankly into space. Familiar Tinghai had turned strange amid the howling wind and streaming light.
"How did this happen?"
The first unforgettable surprise of her life, the first time riding in a luxurious Maserati—two happy events had overlapped, and those two happinesses should have brought even more happiness. What she should have received was a dreamlike time of bliss—
But why had it turned out like this?
"It's just a figure of speech. Don't worry, I'm not some ill-intentioned robber—the people behind us are."
Bai Zhou glanced at Fang Xiaoxia, saw the worried look on her face, and offered reassurance.
"So who exactly are you? You seem to know me very well."
Fang Xiaoxia looked over, her gaze gradually turning fearful. "Have you been watching me all along? Was it not an accident that you showed up in my old house wearing a Naked Apron?"
"No, that really was purely a coincidence—and I have never worn something like a Naked Apron!" Bai Zhou solemnly refuted the rumor.
But that did absolutely nothing to dispel Fang Xiaoxia's doubts.
Because she remembered the things Bai Zhou had said. This mysterious youth knew her birthday, knew what games she liked to play, and spoke with the familiarity of someone who knew her well.
He even knew the scenarios Fang Xiaoxia had fantasized about. He knew she had imagined that, on her birthday, a group of Black Clad Warriors would suddenly come to capture her—but at the crucial moment, Superman would descend from the sky and tell her the world was about to end. Then, despite saying one thing and meaning another, she would follow her boy on an adventure to save the world.
There absolutely had to be an audience to see it all. Then, under