Chapter 3
A face as calm as a deep pool revealed the faintest trace of disgust. The sight of a face flowing out of the faucet was far more nauseating than if blood had been pouring out instead.
Lu Li frowned and stepped back half a step, watching as the pale, sticky, and twisted face slid out from the faucet and washed down the drain.
Splash—
In the stillness of the night, only the sound of running water echoed endlessly.
The clear, transparent stream of water continued for some time before Lu Li stepped closer to shut off the faucet.
Drip, drip, drip—
The water stopped, and silence returned to the room like before.
Lu Li backed out to the kitchen doorway. The closed door blocked the light, plunging the kitchen into darkness.
Returning to the living room, Lu Li ignored the single bed in the bedroom and chose to spend the night resting in the chair behind the desk.