Building 5, top floor.
Xinxin stopped at the stairway entrance. The night softly carried a melody to her ears. It was the sound of a violin... The notes sobbed and mourned, winding and wrenching at the heart. Though elegant, they were above all sorrowful.
Xinxin suddenly felt a little dazed. Instinctively, she walked toward the ward where the music came from. This was it... Patient Five, the Necrophile-Lian Yan.
Standing outside the door, she looked in through its window. The lights were off, but the curtains had been drawn open.
Someone stood beside the window. Pallid moonlight slanted through it, falling on a slender figure and the violin he was playing.
In the darkness, the moon draped the violin in silver radiance. Its curved belly glimmered faintly, and its inward-curving waist, strings, and the bow in his right hand were all outlined in moon-white light.
Was he... Lian Yan?
Carried along by his music, Xinxin had completely forgotten that she was inside a hospital of extreme horror.
When she came to her senses again, the lights in the ward were already on.
A man with medium-length, layered hair came to the entrance and opened the door for her himself.
"Hello."
The man stood calmly in the doorway, watching Xinxin.
Only then did Xinxin notice how close he was to her! If he had meant her harm, she would have been in trouble just now...
She hurriedly put some distance between them, then looked up at him.
"Are you Lian Yan?"
Xinxin asked.
In fact, the moment she saw his face, Xinxin had already been certain he was Lian Yan. She had seen his photo on his medical record.
Seeing him in person, however, was another matter. This Lian Yan really was very good-looking. In terms of appearance alone, only Mei