Do we meet again? Or part ways?

e more easily intimidated.The study was dark, the thick blackout curtains drawn. I heard the sound of paper being ripped to shreds.Hou Zhiyu stood at the door, not daring to come in. I stepped inside... scratching sound came from outside the door, a grating, high-pitched scraping that sent shivers down your spine.The room across from ours was occupied by Shi Fatzi and Long Xiaogē. They almost opened...