One morning.
Song Yi was dealing with her emails in the study; she originally planned to go to the company.
But it was raining heavily outside, so she didn't bother.
Autumn rain, with each downpour, it got colder.
Just sitting there made Song Yi feel the chill grow deeper; it was almost winter.
Song Yi leaned back in the chair and stretched lazily.
"Bang—!" Suddenly there was a sound from upstairs, startling her to tremble mid-stretch.
She looked upstairs.
"Tang Si?" She called his name instinctively.
"Bang...!" Another sound came from upstairs, as if something had fallen.
There was a clatter.
She furrowed her brows, opened the study door, and headed to the second floor.
The sound inside seemed to have quieted down.
Song Yi suddenly pushed open the door, and the scene before her was a man crawling up from the floor.
Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, hair soaked with sweat, hands covered in bloodstains, and the furniture and chairs in the room were in disarray.
