At this moment, Sato Shouta was clearly terrified, his face turned white, lips trembling, as he gently pushed himself with his hand.
"What's..."
Before Yang Xiao could finish his sentence, Sato Shouta frantically gestured for him to shut up, then pointed outside, towards the corridor. His eyes were brimming with tears, almost ready to cry.
"Tap...tap...tap..."
The next second, Yang Xiao sat up abruptly. He heard clearly; outside the door...just now, there was a series of rapid footsteps.
Turning over and getting out of bed in one fluid motion, Yang Xiao moved deftly, almost silently. He kneeled on one knee on the ground, looking outside through the crack in the frosted glass, luckily, the room was temporarily safe.
"What's going on?" Yang Xiao whispered, glancing at Sato Shouta trembling beside him, "How long have the footsteps been there?"
