“What happened? Why did someone suddenly throw that here?” I asked Terrence nervously.

After reading the letter, Terrence was silent for a while. I don’t know what they wrote in the letter. But Terrence looked so worried. I held his hand, trying to figure out what made him so worried.

He looked at me dubiously. Then told me to go to bed immediately, while he would call a handyman to fix the window glass. I wanted to refuse at first, but saw how Terrence looked at me. I knew he didn’t want to be denied one bit.

“Well. After this, you also have to sleep,” I said later.

He took...