Ouyang Xiaojun kept watching the tail lights of the car until they disappeared from view, and then she prepared to step back into the apartment.
Suddenly, it was as bright as daylight.
Unable to bear the sudden glare, she subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes.
It was a sedan that had turned on its high beams; she squinted ahead and saw a tall man getting out of the car against the light.
Step by step he approached, the steady sound of his footsteps as if stepping on the tip of her heart, Ouyang Xiaojun watched that sullen cold face, her heartbeat following his footsteps, as if it were going to jump to her throat, seemingly ready to burst out at any moment.
Ouyang Xiaojun instinctively wanted to flee.
She turned to enter the house, trying to quickly close the apartment's main door, but the man's large palm pressed against it, and he followed her inside.
Their gazes collided.
