Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

A gust of wind blew through the branches, and the wet black hair stuck to her forehead and white neck. Yu Zhao did not move forward, but stood there looking at her.

The girl's face could not be seen clearly in the rain, only her thin figure swaying in the wind and rain, as if she could be blown away at any time.

Dark clouds pressed down, and heavy rain poured down, hitting the green leaves and making them crackle. Thunder rumbled like the howling of a giant beast.

Yu Zhao rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say, "Don't follow me."

After thinking for a moment, she immediately added, "I don't have any money."

Leng Quanyi was stunned by her incoherent words. He tried hard to open his eyes washed by rain, and stared at her without saying a word, as if he was in some kind of madness.

Now she didn't know where to go, nor did she know how to face up to what kind of existence she was. Thinking of the amber stone on her chest, she raised her hand to wipe the rain off her face and said seriously.

"I want to follow you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Zhao, who had just taken a step forward without waiting for a response, slipped, and the crudely made umbrella shook, and more accumulated rain poured onto her head, flowing down her neck and into the depths of her clothes.

The icy rain chilled him to the bone, and a hint of cold wind blew, making everyone feel more energetic. Yu Zhao shivered from the cold.

Several strands of hair stuck together, making people feel very uncomfortable. She raised an eyebrow and said, "We just met by chance. You don't have to follow me."

She doesn't have the leisure to raise a young lady.

Leng Quanyi also noticed the girl's vigilance, and carefully took out the amber stone from his chest. After hesitating for a moment, he strode forward and put it in front of Yu Zhao.

The amber stone was shaped like a teardrop and emitted a warm glow. The ink-colored petals in the center made Yu Zhao feel very kind and familiar.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and just as her fingertips were about to touch it, the amber stone disappeared from her sight and was instead grasped in someone's palm.

Leng Quanyi stared at Yu Zhao's strange expression with a triumphant smile, but the coldness of the cold night had already penetrated into her lungs. Her face was pale and she couldn't help coughing twice, and she spoke with difficulty.

"This seems to be related to you. Let me follow you. This amber stone..."

Yu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he looked up in shock and asked, "Give it to me?"

She had a feeling that this thing was related to her. There was some kind of special attraction to it, although she didn't know why.

"No, if you're ugly, forget about being beautiful." Leng Quanyi said coldly, placing the amber stone back on his chest. "I'm just lending it to you."

Yu Zhao: “…”

Happy for nothing.

"Why do I feel that your amber stone belongs to me?" She was unwilling to give up. She kept thinking about the amber stone in her mind, and her light-colored eyes stared straight at her peach-like face.

Despite being washed by the rain, that particularly eye-catching face was still very resistant. His clothes were slightly messy due to the rush, and the corners of his clothes were stuck with mud, but his eyes were firm, giving him the feeling of a stubborn little white flower.

"Your stuff?" Leng Quanyi laughed, her body trembling with laughter, the last part of her voice rising slightly. "If you call it, will it respond?"

Yu Zhao choked and felt a little uneasy.

At this moment, the amber stone trembled restlessly, Leng Quanyi's whole body stiffened, and her heart became even more uneasy.

No, she was just being tough. She hadn't expected the amber stone to actually react, but she couldn't tell Yu Zhao about that. She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and faced Yu Zhao silently through the rain.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Zhao nodded slightly and agreed to her following. In order to prevent the existence of traitors, they had to make three rules first.

"But let me be frank. Don't meddle in other people's business. Don't ask around. Whatever I do is right, and you have to listen to me."

The air was quiet for a few seconds. The girl took two steps forward and stood under the umbrella, walking side by side with Yu Zhao. Her slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly. Under Yu Zhao's gaze, she wrung the raindrops on her sleeves and responded softly.

It’s just being obedient, it’s that simple. From childhood to adulthood, the first thing she learned was to be obedient.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, just like a wooden man.

"My name is Yu Zhao, Yu from Yu Zhao and Zhao from Yu Zhao." Yu Zhao stood coldly aside, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.

"Leng Quanyi." The girl didn't even look at her. She was wringing her wet clothes. The clothes were wet and too heavy, and she could hardly walk.

A flash of lightning split the dark clouds, illuminating the pitch-black night. Yu Zhao seemed to have seen something, his eyes widened in shock. He turned his head stiffly to look at her, his mouth twitching, "Big sister...you, do you feel like there's something else around you?"

Leng Quanyi was a little confused by her question, and loosened her hands from twisting her clothes, a little annoyed, "You are the only one by my side..."

Suddenly, his eyes unconsciously followed Yu Zhao's line of sight and caught a glimpse of a large, dry hand. It was as bony as a mummy, with dark eye sockets and faint traces of maggots falling on the ground.

A thin layer of skin hung on the shiny white bones. When the wind blew gently, the broken skin swayed and fell off.

The terrifying sunken head suddenly fell to the ground and rolled not far away. The corners of the skeleton's mouth raised slightly, forming a strange arc in the mud and water.