Yun Qiqi slowly walked out of the alley and returned to the big street she had been on earlier.
She walked past the spot where she had stood and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Gazing at the bright streetlights and the hurried pedestrians, a trace of confusion flickered in her dark, lonely eyes.
The sky was already dark, and snow was falling, not heavily, but enough to wet her hair.
Shi Yunshen opened a black umbrella over her head.
Looking down, he saw her standing still.
"What's wrong?"
She slowly spoke, "I just walked by here."
Shi Yunshen was puzzled, "And then?"
"It felt like someone was watching me."
The Young Girl furrowed her delicate and beautiful eyebrows, as if pondering something.
A few traces of blankness stained her face as she stood under the umbrella, looking exceedingly lonely.
Her voice, when she spoke, was also light, ethereal, and lonely, "I feel... that gaze is very familiar, as if someone has looked at me like that before."
Shi Yunshen paused.
