On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing inadvertently saw someone behind him.

When he was a child, adults always told him to look back occasionally when he was walking at night, so that he would not be led astray by some evil things.

Sometimes when Bai Qing thinks about it, he will practice it. In the past, when he looks back, there are hurried pedestrians behind him, or there is no one there.

At this moment, there was a person standing three steps away behind him.

The light from the street lamp was a pale, dusty white in the rain, and when it shone on the man's scattered white hair, it appeared a shiny silver-gray.

Looking up, the first thing I saw was a pair of wine-red eyes on the man's face, and Bai Qing's heart beat violently——

How could he see the color of the man's eyes in such dim light? !