Maybe because it's been so long, the hinges of the door are old, no matter how careful the other person is, how gentle, the creaking sound is still softly resounding, in the curtain the night was quiet and cold, yet so clear.Selina's eyes immediately became cold, like freezing snow, colder than the moonlight outside, just like that, shining with cold rays.Her ash gray eyes seemed to have narrowed at the moment that the creaking sound was heard. Now, in Selina's eyes, there seemed to be a swirling vortex. The storm came, and the ashes caught on fire, burning everything until only ashes remained. The ghost seems to have appeared in a blur, softly but flickering at the bottom of her eyes.If thinking is simple, it could be a person who fell asleep vaguely or a sleepwalker who forgot his way in a drunken dream. But a drunk or a sleeper, how could there be such light footsteps? It's not normal. The outside is definitely someone who came here on purpose. Furthermore, no matter how steady
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