Kisa's chest heaved violently as her forehead was covered with sweat. She hurriedly got out of bed and ran outside without any thought. Breakfast was here. Gilbert took out the food and couldn't help but say, "You're awake. Come and have breakfast," when he saw Kisa running out of the room.However, Kisa did not seem to have heard what he said and ran straight to the door to check the lock. Gilbert frowned slightly. "Kisa, what's the matter with you? Why are you checking the door lock so early in the morning?"Kisa was still immersed in the nightmare that she had just had. She pulled on the lock and said, "I dreamed that the killers picked the lock, rushed in here, and stabbed us with knives. It was scary. It felt so real; the knives they held are still engraved in my mind."Gilbert leaned back against the chair and sneered, "That dream happened because you keep thinking about it. Aren't you tired of worrying so much, Kisa?"Kisa ignored his snarky remark. She stood by the door for
Kisa lost her appetite for breakfast. "I think it'll be more convincing if I fake my death along with you," she said to Gilbert in a serious tone. "Are you sure you can fake your own death? I'm afraid that you might actually die," Gilbert sneered.The man looked at her and said faintly, "You're not as fast nor as good at acting as I am. You'll only be holding me back if we don't split up." Kisa was speechless upon hearing this. She squeezed the sandwich in her hand, her heart feeling extremely uneasy. "Eat faster. I'll bring you to the bus station after you finish. If my predictions are correct, those people will be tailing us as soon as we leave the hotel. There'll be swarms of people at the bus station. I'll take advantage of the crowd and let you go when the time is right so that they wouldn't notice.""So you want me to wait for you at Riverton. Shouldn't you give me a time frame for when we're meeting up? I can't possibly wait for you there forever, can I?" Kisa put down the san
Kisa looked at Gilbert's tense profile, not knowing how to answer his question. She felt like it was inappropriate to discuss the issue at such a critical moment. She did not answer, and Gilbert did not ask any more questions.Soon, they reached the intersection of the traffic lights. When the light was about to turn red, Gilbert stepped on the gas and crossed to the other side. Kisa knew he was trying to get rid of the four cars following them so that she could secretly get off at the station in that brief amount of time.As they got closer to the station, Kisa still did not answer his question, and her emotions grew more and more complex. She pulled the zipper of her backpack back and forth as if it would relieve her from the stress that she was under.There were a lot of people in the station. As soon as they crossed the traffic light, Gilbert pulled over and parked his car on one lane at the entrance of the station. The entrance was especially crowded with people as the buses fr
Kisa was disappointed when she realized it was just a spam text. She stared at her text history with Gilbert for a while; there was only the message she had just sent, while the rest was blank. She sighed softly, turned her gaze, and continued to look out the window. After waiting on the bus for more than ten minutes, several people went onto the bus one after the other. Kisa put on a mask and took out her earphones to listen to music.The bus finally started its journey at ten o'clock. The seats were almost full at that time. Sitting in front of Kisa was a young couple; the girl was intimately leaning on her partner's shoulder; it looked peaceful and serene. Kisa thought of her youth when she saw this. 'Once, our school organized a summer camp, and Gilbert—who was a few years older—tagged along, saying that it was for fun and to gain experience. We took the same bus at that time and miraculously sat together. I didn't sleep much the night before because I was so excited about the tri
At the front desk was a woman who was in her thirties, swiping on her phone. When she saw Kisa coming, she gave her an eye roll. "Single or double? Show me your ID.""Oh, I forgot to bring my ID."The woman frowned. "We need ID to register you into the hotel system. No ID, no room. Go back home and grab it.""My home is too far away from here. How about I give you an extra seventy dollars? Can you please help me check in?"The woman thought for a while and smiled as she said, "Alright. How long will you be staying?""Just one night," Kisa said. The hotel only had six floors, and Kisa chose the highest floor. The higher her room was, the safer she felt. After entering the room, she locked all the doors and windows and lay on the bed, exhausted. After lying there for a while, she picked up her phone and clicked on the text history between her and Gilbert once again; it was still blank. Kisa closed her sore eyes and put her phone aside. 'Maybe he hasn't looked at his phone yet. What
"Mom, what do you know? I've done so much for Gilbert, yet he died just like that. Then what's the point of me doing so much in the past?""Shush, quiet down. Are you trying to announce to the world that you sent them to kill him?" Carolyn quickly covered Sharon's mouth and spoke seriously, " Listen to your mother. Let's not publicize this. Wait till the news outlets cover the news of that man's death, then you pretend to cry him a river.""But I originally didn't want Gilbert to die. I've said before that I wanted to have him. Now that he is dead, what am I fighting for?""You idiot! As long as he was alive, he would eventually learn about all those terrible things you did back then. If that happened, it would be your turn to die. It's fine that he's dead now. You can rest easy in the meantime," Sharon did not speak as tears fell.Carolyn hugged her and said, " Listen to me. He's dead. To us, it's absolutely a good thing. Next, you should consider how to overthrow GK Pictures."S
Kisa shook all over. She quickly rubbed her eyes. The streetlights were dim, so she couldn't see clearly so far out. The figure seemed to be invisible. When Kisa rubbed her eyes to look again, the figure seemed to be gone. It was as if she had imagined that apparition just now.She was worried and anxious. She hurriedly got up, but her legs were numb because she had been crouching for too long. She could not stand up at all and could only lean on the glass door. She anxiously looked in the same direction as earlier. This time, she really saw it. There was indeed a figure that was walking toward her.'Is that Gilbert?' She gripped the center of her palm tightly, staring hard at the figure. Her heart tensed up, inch by inch. The figure walked very, very slowly. It had not come over to her even after a long while. Kisa stared at him for a long time but still could not see his face clearly.She could only barely see that the person's legs were injured. When walking, it seemed to have a
Kisa's felt her heart tremble deep down and instinctively broke free from his hug. Gilbert's low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded above her head, " Don't move. Let me hug you for a bit."His voice had a heavy indication of exhaustion and exasperation from escaping death. His low and hoarse voice had totally lost its usual assertiveness, yet after hearing him say those words, Kisa really did not move."I thought that this time I... truly wouldn't make it back," he lightly chuckled after saying the sentence. His tone was light and slow, but Kisa could feel how dangerous it had been for him. She pursed her lips and did not say a thing, nor did she ask a thing. She did not move and let Gilbert hug her just like that.His clothes were completely soaked and brought a wave of harsh cold air.The chilly air seeped through bit by bit into Kisa's parka. This made her slowly feel the waves of bone-chilling coldness. However, she still did not push away the man hugging her from behind. She se