Leng An probably didn't know that when the deadly face suddenly broke into his home then somehow fainted in front of him and made Leng An have to look after him, the Xuanyuan family had already found out all the information about him since his birth. As long as there was something that could be found, they found them all. The group dug up all the things that had happened to Leng An before, some of which Leng An even forgot already. It was hard not to think whether the people who collected Leng An’s files were from some secret intelligence agencies.
However, even if Leng An knew about it, he wouldn’t know what to do, besides, he was too busy to do anything about it, the deadly face occupied his bed, and guess what, Leng An couldn’t blame him, because he’s the one that put the man into his bed.
These were not problems, what bothered Leng An was that he didn’t know what to do with the deadly face. He couldn't let the landlord find him, he couldn't go to a doctor, he couldn't call the police, because they probably would assume that Leng An got involved in some gang problems, besides, the strange self-introduction the man gave earlier, made Leng An feel that he shouldn’t let other people know about this man’s existence.
The problem was, he couldn’t wake the man.
Outside the window, the cicada chirped, mingled with the cries of other unknown insects. There was only a glass partition, but the room was strangely quiet, the electric fan kept swinging its head from side to side, like it was denying something. Leng An sat on the sofa quietly, his chin rested on his folded hands, it seemed like he had lost in an infinite meditation.
The deadly quiet was like a deep pond without waves.
His mind drifted away gradually, it was like falling into an endless abyss, there was a str