"I'm downstairs in your home. I have something to say to you."

Cathryn stood up on the bed all of a sudden. She threw the phone on the bed, hurried to the floor, and ran to the window. The curtain was carefully lifted, and sure enough, she saw from the street lamp and the sycamore trees, a tall, slender figure was looking up in her direction.

Cathryn shrank and drew her head back, and after a fluster of being chased and oppressed, a tiny sweetness rose inside her. She thought she ...