C12 Hard to Escape

"Anyone there?" Ding Xuanyao asked softly, but she could only hear her own voice.

A breeze blew past and the rice colored curtains gently floated up. Through the gap, Ding Xuanyao could faintly see a figure sitting beside a glass round table on the balcony. His fingers would occasionally dance on the keyboard of the laptop. However, that figure was emitting a wild and cold aura