Chapter 348 A Couple

• As night falls, in the center of the city, a high-class residence on the top floor has no lights on, and there is no sound and silence inside.
• The door handle slowly turns and a tall man walks into the room. He stands in the doorway, adjusts to the darkness inside, and then scans the room.
• At the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window and the wall, a woman sat quietly, draped in a blanket, leaning lifelessly against the window. Her eyes were vacant, looking out the window as if a butterfly had been made into taxidermy.