She moved closer to the woman and said, "Xiao Zhao, how do you feel now?"
"What does it feel like?"
The woman frowned and felt it for a moment, then shook her head with confusion on her face, "No."
"There's no special feeling."
"oh."
The short-haired woman looked at the woman's face and found nothing wrong, so she warned: "Then when you feel something later, you have to tell us as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"Um."
Even in such an unclear situation, her friend's concern still made her smile and said, "I know."
"Thank you, Lingling."
"Xia Suwen, Zhang Lei, thank you too."
"But, does it really matter? Are you staying with me today?"
"It might take a long time."
"Actually, I'm alone..."
"fine."
The crew-cut man waved his hand, "I just played games when I got home and then went to bed. Nothing happened."
"This is the freedom of a single man."
"Pfft~"
The short-haired woman couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Are you looking for a girlfriend and can't find one?"
"Don't compare me to a single woman like you."
The crew-cut man rolled his eyes, "Besides, I'm still young."
"It's someone who is quite young."
"Also-"
The rest of his words were interrupted by a pillow being thrown into his face.
"Ouch~"
The crew-cut man wailed and grabbed the pillow from his face, "Sister, your words of advice are harsh to your ears. Also, are you planning to commit murder?"
"Haha, loyal words are offensive to your ears?"
The short-haired woman sneered, "Also, don't call me sister!"
"well."
The crew-cut man, who was startled by the woman's "kind" smile, immediately responded, and then whispered, "She is my sister, considering her age."
"Zhang Lei!"
A woman with short hair screams.
...
The woman looked at the two people making a fuss and couldn't help laughing.
However, the tense mood was somewhat relaxed.
She took a breath, then stood up and walked to the sofa next to Xiao Xiao to sit down.
"Xiao Xiao."
But after calling the other party's name, she suddenly couldn't remember what she wanted to ask in the first place.
She was a little lost in thought.
Hey~, what does she want to ask?
"Xiao Zhao, do you feel okay?"
The man with black-rimmed glasses came up and asked, then smiled apologetically, "Sorry, did I interrupt your conversation?"
"Won't."
The woman shook her head and said nothing.
"I feel fine now."
"That's good."
Then, the man with black-rimmed glasses said something similar to the short-haired woman, "If anything goes wrong, tell us immediately."
The corners of the woman's mouth turned up, "Yeah, I know."
"Lingling just said the same thing to you."
"Yeah?"
The man with black-rimmed glasses pushed up the frame on the bridge of his nose.
"yes."
The short-haired woman who came over at some unknown time smiled slyly, "Xia Suwen, are you sorry? I'm not the first person to say this?"
"Why?"
The man with black-framed glasses was just about to explain something when the woman shouted with a look of realization, "Ah, I remembered."
"I remembered what I wanted to ask just now."
...
"What do you want to ask?"
The people who were startled asked in confusion.
The woman did not bother to respond to everyone's questions, but looked at Xiao Xiao with burning eyes, "Xiao Xiao, what I want to ask is-"
"I wonder if it's my imagination?"
"But do you suspect that my friend's death was also caused by poisoning?"
She thought about what Xiao Xiao had asked before, and was extremely surprised when she came to this conclusion.
"Although the sentence you asked me, 'If you don't want to be your next friend,' doesn't necessarily mean that..."
But, "It's possible, right?"
Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the woman opposite stretched out her hand and said, "Stop."
"You don't need to say anything."
"I know what you want to say."
"It's not clear yet, is it?"
The woman waved her hand and fell into her own world.
The sudden suspicion made her emotionally agitated.
But soon, she withered like a deflated balloon.
Now that things have happened, does it still matter why the friend died?
She is already dead.
I just attended her funeral yesterday.
After just a brief thought, the black and white photo appeared clearly in front of her eyes.
The friend in the photo showed her familiar smile.
Bright and cheerful.
This smile was forever fixed in the photo and existed in her memories.
She suddenly lost interest.
...
The room was quiet.
Looking at the woman's gloomy face, no one said anything.
Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at the little white fox in his arms, then stretched out his hand to smooth the fur of a certain monster.
Ah Jiu was a little unhappy because she didn't get the cake.
So is Abai.
The force around his wrist became slightly stronger.
...
"Well?"
The woman suddenly let out a low cry.
The sound, which was not loud at all, sounded like thunder in everyone's ears in the room.
"What's wrong, Xiao Zhao?"
The short-haired woman sitting on the armrest of the sofa where the woman was sitting immediately lowered her head and looked over, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Xiao Zhao?"
The man with the crew cut and the man with black-rimmed glasses also gathered around worriedly.
...
The woman surrounded by the crowd blinked, a little amused by everyone's reaction, but also very touched, "I'm fine."
"I just suddenly felt a little tight in my chest."
"There are probably too many people in a room and there is not enough air."
"Will you open the window?"
"Oh, window."
The short-haired woman stood up and walked towards the window sill.
But he was blocked by a man with black-rimmed glasses, "Xia-"
The rest of the words were silenced by the serious profile of the other party that came into view.
The short-haired woman frowned in confusion.
...
"Xiao Zhao."
Although he stopped the short-haired woman, the man with black-rimmed glasses did not look at the short-haired woman. His eyes were fixed on the woman sitting on the sofa, clutching her chest.
"The window was already open."
"I just opened the window as soon as I came in."
After all, this is the time of autumn when the air is crisp and the evening air is very refreshing and pleasant.
"Yeah?"
The woman murmured, her head hanging down a bit, "But why do I feel so tight in my chest?"
"It seems to be getting boring."
She stretched out her hand and knocked on her chest a few times, as if she wanted to get rid of the suffocating feeling.
"I'm going to stand by the window for a while."
She stood up and accidentally bumped into the armrest of the sofa.
"Xiao Zhao!"
The short-haired woman and the crew-cut man helped the woman's body, which was about to tip over, and said, "Be careful."
The woman originally wanted to say thank you, but her body couldn't help but bend a little more.
