Building 5, top floor.
Xinxin stopped at the stairwell. Music drifted softly through the night into her ears. It was a violin... Its sound sobbed and mourned, plaintive and heart-wrenching. Though elegant, it carried even more sorrow.
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 through its window. The lights inside were off, but the curtains were open.
Someone stood by 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. Its curved belly gleamed faintly, and its narrow waist, its strings, and the bow in his right hand were all outlined in moon-white light.
Was he... Lian Yan?
Carried away by his music, Xinxin had completely forgotten that she was in a terrifying hospital.
By the time she came to her senses again, the ward's lights were already on.
A man with medium-length, choppy hair came to the doorway and opened the door for her himself.
"Hello."
The man stood calmly in the doorway, looking at Xinxin.
Only then did Xinxin notice how close he was! 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 the medical record.
But seeing him in person was another matter. Lian Yan really was very good-looking. In terms of appearance alone, only Mei Sijun could compare to him.
Their good looks were of different kinds, though.