After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Moving forward in time, our gaze shifts to the abandoned buildings in the western district.

The night was as dark as ink. An Audi A8L with a Beijing license plate (京A) quietly drove into the shadowy trees, its engine whirring softly before shutting off.

The car door opened, and Fu Xinghe stepped out quickly in a pair of flat ankle boots. She wore a long, moon-white trench coat that allowed for easy movement, over which she wore a fine silk dress.

That usually intellectual and aloof, stunningly beautiful face was now filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Tonight, she was working overtime in the academic affairs office organizing academic materials when she went to the break room and overheard the security guards on night patrol gossiping downstairs. They said that some students had sneaked into an abandoned teaching building in the west campus in the middle of the night to recruit new members for some kind of paranormal club, and they even mentioned words like "freshman", "very handsome" and "first love".

Fu Xinghe almost dropped the coffee cup in his hand.

Others might not know, but she knew all too well. Considering Zhu Xun Chuan's inexplicable disappearance last night and his reappearance today with a bandage wrapped around the back of his head, she instantly concluded that Zhu Xun Chuan was in danger!

Once this thought exploded in her mind, Fu Xinghe's deeply ingrained family rules, dignified reserve, and composure were instantly thrown to the winds. She didn't even ask for leave, and drove straight to the West District at breakneck speed.

The night wind blew, and the weeds in front of the abandoned building rustled.

Fu Xinghe stared at the low wall of the abandoned school campus in front of him, covered in mud and moss, her red lips pressed into a tight line.

As the daughter of the Party Secretary of Beijing and the eldest granddaughter of the Fu family, she was educated from a young age to be dignified and elegant, to walk without showing her feet, and to smile without showing her teeth.

She had never even considered doing something as undignified and even vulgar as climbing over walls.

But the thought that Zhu Xun Chuan might be trapped in that dark building and in danger flashed in Fu Xinghe's eyes, a resolute determination that would never back down.

"Xun Chuan, wait for me..." she murmured softly.

Fu Xinghe took a deep breath, stretched out her fair and delicate hands, and directly grabbed the dusty wall. Ignoring the fact that her moon-white trench coat was stained with mud from the wall, she gritted her teeth and clumsily climbed over the low wall.

The moment she landed, her palms were scraped raw by the rough bricks, and a dull ache lingered. But she didn't even glance at it, and lifted her skirt as she ran towards the gate of the abandoned building.

For the sake of Zhu Xunchuan, this high and mighty Miss Fu completely broke her life principles of more than twenty years.

The lobby on the first floor of the abandoned building was deathly silent, filled with a choking smell of dust and mildew.

Fu Xinghe turned on his phone's flashlight and trudged inside, his steps uneven. The weak beam of the flashlight swayed wildly across the mottled walls, casting distorted shadows.

The instant she stepped into the first-floor corridor...

"drop."

A very faint infrared sensor trigger sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing electrical hum came from the old loudspeaker deep in the corridor.

"Eeya—"

A mournful and plaintive opera tune suddenly erupted in the empty corridor! The sound was extremely resentful, as if a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell was whispering in your ear.

This was a sensory device set up in advance by Wen Yiqing's paranormal club member to scare the freshmen, originally intended to create an atmosphere. But for the completely unaware Fu Xinghe, it was a fatal fright.

"Ah!" Fu Xinghe was so frightened that his face turned pale. He took two steps back and his back slammed heavily against the cold wall.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the phone turned bluish-white from excessive force. She was usually terrified of supernatural things, and even watching a suspense movie required someone to accompany her. At this moment, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and her legs were almost giving way to the ground.

"Xun Chuan..." Fu Xinghe's voice was filled with uncontrollable sobs, fear threatening to overwhelm her like a tidal wave.

But she did not back down.

She clenched her teeth, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes. She groped through the rubble on the ground, picked up a sturdy old wooden stick, and gripped it tightly in both hands, as if it were all the courage she had.

Suppressing the fear deep in his bones, Fu Xinghe used the faint light from his phone to search step by step up the stairs.

at the same time.

Zhu Xunchuan, along with Gu Qinghan and Wen Yiqing, had just reached the third-floor stairwell by following the other side of the stairs.

The third floor was even more dilapidated than the second floor, and the air was even colder. Gu Qinghan and Wen Yiqing, still shaken by the struggle in the confined room and the dead cat, clung tightly to Zhu Xunchuan on either side, practically hanging off him.

Just then, a faint beam of flashlight beam shone from around the corner of the corridor on the other side.

Accompanied by a soft, trembling voice, choked with sobs: "Xun Chuan... is that you? Where are you?"

Zhu Xun Chuan was taken aback. That voice, which was cold yet carried an unusual vulnerability, was all too familiar.

Gu Qinghan and Wen Yiqing also looked up at the same time, glancing over warily.

The light swept across the quiet, eerie third-floor stairwell. The faint flash of a mobile phone first illuminated the face of the person entering.

Fu Xinghe gripped the wooden stick tightly with both hands, her once meticulously styled hair now loose in a few strands. The dusty, moon-white trench coat and disheveled hair completely erased her original aloof and dignified air, replacing it with a vulnerability and stubbornness that evoked pity.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and there were even traces of tears still wet at the corners of her eyes, clearly she had been frightened just now.

"Xinghe?" Zhu Xun Chuan was somewhat surprised. He never expected that this dignified daughter of the municipal party committee would appear in this haunted abandoned building in the middle of the night. A warm feeling welled up in his heart for no reason.

However, when Fu Xinghe's flashlight beam continued to move forward and fixed on Zhu Xunchuan, the scene before her eyes made her freeze instantly.

Zhu Xun Chuan was not only completely unharmed, but not even a single hair on his head was disheveled.

What's worse, to his left stood his counselor, Gu Qinghan, dressed in a high-end black trench coat and exuding an aloof and arrogant air; to his right stood Wen Yiqing, a bright and haughty heiress dressed in a khaki trench coat.

The three of them stood extremely close together, and it was even obvious that Gu Qinghan and Wen Yiqing were subconsciously leaning slightly towards Zhu Xunchuan, revealing an ambiguity and dependence that came from having experienced "life and death together".

This is hardly a dangerous scene of distress.

This is clearly a midnight rendezvous with two women on either side!

Fu Xinghe's addition instantly turned this already bittersweet situation into a hellish challenge.

The air seemed to stop flowing at that moment, and even the chilly wind on the third floor seemed to freeze.

When Fu Xinghe realized that Zhu Xunchuan was not only safe, but also accompanied by two beautiful women on either side of him, the worry and fear that had been welling up in his eyes instantly froze.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling cold that could freeze a person to death.