He wore a tight black outfit that concealed his entire figure in shadow, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that glimmered like frosty stars.
Meng Yiran slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the black-clad figure who had suddenly appeared, there was neither surprise nor panic in her gaze.
By then, her heart had long since turned to ash. She no longer feared even death, much less the intrusion of a stranger.
She merely glanced at the man in black, then closed her eyes again, looking as though she were at the mercy of anyone who wished to slaughter her.
The man in black neither spoke nor made a move. He simply stood there silently, his gaze resting on Meng Yiran's haggard face as though lost in thought.
After a while, he slowly walked to the table and gently placed a sealed envelope on its surface. Then he turned and, just as silently as he had come, vanished from the room without leaving a trace.
The room fell silent once more.
Meng Yiran remained still for a long time before slowly opening her eyes.
Her gaze fell upon the envelope on the table, and a faint curiosity stirred in her heart.
Who was it? Why had they sent her a letter?
The thought was like a stone dropped into stagnant water, sending out tiny ripples.
She struggled to rise from the corner of the bed, then staggered over to the table and picked up the envelope.
The envelope was pure black, without any markings, and tightly sealed. Meng Yiran hesitated for a moment before finally tearing it open.
A sheet of white paper slipped from the envelope. There were no unnecessary words upon it—only eight bold, vigorous characters that struck Meng Yiran's eyes like thunder:
[Xuan Ye Lives, Slaughter City]
"Boom!"