Chapter 127: Volume 1, Chapter 127 – Tenant (15)

Jiang Zhi looked up and saw the ceiling was empty, with no one there.

She hesitated a moment, then reached out, picked up the slip of paper, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

The slip said:

"You said that as long as I saved you, I could have you do anything."

Each character looked as if it had been printed by a photocopier—neat, rigid, soothing to anyone with obsessive‑compulsive tendencies.

Jiang Zhi calmly replied, "Hmm, I did promise you—what do you want me to do?"

But inside she couldn't stop feeling nervous.

Another slip of paper floated before her.

"Sing a song for me to hear."

Seeing those words, Jiang Zhi blinked in surprise, and the fingers holding the slip gradually relaxed.

She thought for a moment and asked, "What song do you want to hear?"

The slip: "Any song will do."

The slip: "I want to hear you sing."

Two slips floated over in succession; after reading them, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

She had thought the Vampire would make an outrageous demand, but instead it just wanted to hear her sing.

Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment, opened her mouth, and a gentle song echoed in the silent, quiet room.

She sang one song after another, continuously for nearly two hours.

Her mouth was dry, her hunger left her with no strength whatsoever.

She could no longer sing a single lyric.

"Sorry, I'm really hungry; could I eat first and then sing for you?"

The slip: "What would you like to eat?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Zhi listed five or six dish names, plus the scented pancake from a snack stall on that nearby street.

The slip: "Okay."

Not even ten minutes had passed.

A white figure suddenly appeared before her, carrying big and small bags, exuding fragrance; soon the whole living room was filled with tempting aromas.

As Song Wei was about to put down the food and leave, a female voice behind him stopped his intention.

"May I know your name?"

Song Wei turned; specks of light fell on the black cloth covering his eyes, faintly revealing the outline of his eyes, his shoulder‑length white hair draping over his brows, and in the sunlight from outside his skin was pallid, almost translucent.

He stepped back, seemingly avoiding her gaze, his thin lips slightly pursed, took out a small notebook and a pen from his hand, and wrote on it.

After writing, he tore off the white paper and tossed it beside her knee.

The slip: "Song Wei"

Jiang Zhi murmured the name in her heart, then set the slip down; when she looked up, the white‑haired man had vanished from the spot.

She suddenly had a ridiculous thought.

Could this Vampire named Song Wei have social anxiety?

Is the reason he covers his eyes not to block light, but because he doesn't want to meet anyone's gaze?

Probably not……

How could that be?

But there is a way to verify this guess.

Right now, the most important thing is to eat!

Having finally eaten her fill, Jiang Zhi lay on the carpet, which was extremely soft; as she closed her eyes, drowsiness washed over her.

A slip of paper landed on her face; Jiang Zhi shifted her position, lay down, and unfolded the slip.

The slip: "If you're tired, you can go sleep in the coffin."

Jiang Zhi saw the words clearly and was startled.

She suddenly sat up, a glance catching the expensive crystal coffin beside her, and, feeling uneasy, she shifted a bit to the side.

"I'm not sleepy; I'll just keep singing for you."

She sang until the last glow of sunset outside was swallowed by darkness, and the room fell into dimness once again.

She stopped and tentatively asked, "How much longer do I need to sing for you?"

She couldn't keep singing here forever; she still had things to do.

The slip: "Don't you want to sing anymore?"

Jiang Zhi inexplicably sensed desolation and grievance between the lines.

She shook off her unrealistic thoughts, stood up, and explained, "I can set aside three hours each day to sing for you, but it's getting late—I should go back to sleep."

No sooner had she spoken than the white‑haired man appeared in her field of vision.

He wrote a single character in his small notebook, tore off the slip, and handed it to her.

"Okay."

Jiang Zhi's gaze followed his white cuff to that slender, jade‑like finger; after a pause she reached out to take it, unintentionally brushing his fingertip.

In the darkness, Song Wei's handsome, exquisite features were like Adonis from ancient Greek myth, captivating the heart.

His body froze, his finger suspended in mid‑air, slow to withdraw.

The girl seemed to sense his oddness, stepped closer, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, those clear, clean eyes right before him welled up with tears, gazing at him earnestly.

The blindfold over his eyes was useless to him; he could see her eyes clearly and sense the human warmth about her.

Song Wei, whose senses were unusually sensitive, was caught off guard, stumbled back two steps, and the little notebook in his hand fell to the ground.

Moonlight slanting in from outside the window haloed his brows and eyes; his formerly sickly pallid complexion now bore a faint, thin flush of crimson.

Jiang Zhi, standing still, now realized: the man really is socially anxious.

All his previous oddities now have a ready explanation.

A smile neither light nor heavy played on Jiang Zhi's lips as she said softly, "Then I'm leaving."

After saying that, she turned and left the room.

Song Wei, standing by the window, stared blankly, his eyes filled only with the girl's smile from moments before.

Just as when he first heard her sing through a wall here, his heart inexplicably felt pleased.

After she moved in, she would livestream sing in the bedroom for three hours each night, and Song Wei would keep watch by the wall to listen.

Gradually he realized he didn't actually want to hear her sing; he wanted to hear her speak.

In this empty, lonely room, that was his sole comfort—and his daily anticipation.

That night he was ambushed, chased by several vampires from his clan all the way here; as he killed the last vampire, she happened upon him.

Even, due to his injury, he lost consciousness, drank her blood, causing her to run a persistent high fever the next day.

Song Wei felt guilty and afraid.

Guilty for hurting her, and afraid she would move away from here.

Fortunately she didn't move out; she still lives next door.

Actually, even if she hadn't said those words last night, he would still have gone to save her.

Having drunk her blood, he would surely protect her completely.

Song Wei walked to the wall, listened carefully to the noises next door; after a moment, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Good night, Song Wei." Through the wall, the girl said to him.

After bathing and lying in bed, Jiang Zhi sorted out what had happened these past days.

First is Shi Xuan.

Although she had little suspicion of him, it wasn't entirely absent.

The main purpose of going to the hospital to visit him was to completely dispel her suspicions about him.

But after that hospital visit, her suspicions of him deepened.

The black shadow she encountered that night was a murderer who killed the five or six people tailing him.

Jiang Zhi hid in a narrow crack and watched all of this.

Those five or six burly men were all professional enforcers, yet none were a match for him.

The man in a suit who appeared last obviously knew the black shadow; before dying he said that person already knew him and would not let him go.

Who is that person? Why won't he let him go?

If these mysteries were solved… it wouldn't be hard to guess who the murderer really is.