Aphrodite

How likely was it that a WhatsApp friend was the perpetrator of a corpse-chopping case?

I didn't know.

But without a doubt, I had become his target.

Even three years after the incident, I still felt as if a pair of eyes was constantly watching me!

1

If I hadn't dated the perpetrator of the corpse-chopping case, I might not have been haunted by shadows for three years.

My name is Katherine Obrien. My parents are university professors, and I was raised in a well-educated family and lived in a comfortable environment. After graduating from university, I worked at a state-owned enterprise, spending my leisure time, living a retirement like life early.

Living such a life, I had always been the envy of my classmates who toiled for their livelihoods. The only regret was that I had been perpetually single. I had attended matchmaking events but never found anyone who caught my eye.

Watching others pair up, I also hope my destined partner would appear soon.

But my parents hadn't pressured me, and I was not in a hurry. I invested more time in myself, participating in various activities to enrich my life.

I thought these peaceful days would continue indefinitely.

But unexpectedly, at the age of 25, my life underwent a dramatic change.

My parents retired and decided to return to their hometown. As their only daughter, I naturally had to go with them, so I submitted my resignation to the company. I quickly completed the handover of my work. Although I had to continue to work nearly a month at the company, I was essentially idle.

Feeling bored, I decided to browse my social media. I accidentally clicked on "Nearby People, " and someone named "Wolf In Snow", located just 100 meters away, friended me.

Since I was bored anyway, I thought, why not chat for a while? I accepted the friend request.

Soon, a message came through from the other side.

"Hello there, miss," followed by a cute and shy smiley face.

I couldn't resist such a smiley face. If it had been just the first part of the message, I might have thought he was a sleazy middle-aged man trying to flirt with me. But the cute emoji made it feel like a bashful greeting, prompting me to tease him a bit.

"Chatting during work hours, aren't you worried your boss will catch you slacking off?"

In this area, only our company was a state-owned enterprise, and the rest were private companies, mostly following a demanding work schedule from 9 AM to 9 PM, six days a week.

Our boss had even complained about private companies exploiting their employees.

"No worries, I am the boss." He added a cool emoji afterward.

Whether he was really a boss or not, I found him quite interesting and sent him a smug emoji.

I asked him why he chose the name "Wolf In Snow".

He said he liked it because wolves were strong and wild.

I asked him how strong he was.

He said he was an elite special forces operative, and his code name was Wolf In Snow.

My heart skipped a beat. I had a special fondness for elite special forces operatives.

They were agile, had strong combat abilities, and led exciting lives, completely different from someone like me who followed the rules.

I remembered when my friends asked me what type of man I liked after a failed matchmaking event. I candidly said I liked men with a wolf-like nature. Just like the protagonist Jason Bourne from the Bourne series, a trained operative with extraordinary skills, full of masculinity, and an aura of aggression.

But my comment drew laughter from them, attracting the attention of those around us, and I hurriedly dragged my friends out of the café in embarrassment.

They thought I was just a simple fan, but I knew my own heart. I hoped my lover could show me that unique and wonderful experience, and even if he couldn't, hearing him talk about it would make me happy.

I found the motivation to continue chatting with him.

The conversation naturally flowed, and from his words, I felt he was humorous and responsible. Since adding him as a friend, my phone has been buzzing with messages almost non-stop.

The smile on my face became more frequent.

My colleagues noticed and gave me the kind of look that said, "You've got a boyfriend." I understood their thoughts and clarified that he was just a WhatsApp friend. But my colleagues insisted that the smile on my face was undeniable.

I felt a flutter in my heart, a strange and indescribable feeling flowing through me, causing my face to flush slightly.

Only later did I realize that I might actually have developed a fondness for this WhatsApp friend, Wolf In Snow.

2

Under the impact of these feelings, I couldn't help but start caring about his past.

"What school did you graduate from?" While sending the message, I wondered if someone so humorous and caring might have a girlfriend. But by the thought if he had a girlfriend and was just flirting with me, I suddenly felt disappointed.

"I trained in the military."

Seeing these words, I immediately perked up.

It was like a shot of adrenaline. My childhood friend also came from the military and told me that the management there was strict, making dating quite challenging due to strict regulations.

I asked him why, if he came from the military, he ended up as a leader in a private company. He told me the government arranged work for him after he withdrew from military service.

He wasn't content with a desk job, living a life of reading newspapers and drinking tea, so he ventured out to start his own business, challenging himself.

If I weren't an only child in my family, I might be a person like him.

I admired his courage to break free from constraints, challenge himself, and live a different life, seeing different landscapes. My admiration arised in my heart, and naturally I wanted to be closer to him.

But then I worried, how could someone with a military background who started a business and became a leader still be single?

I tossed my phone aside, feeling distressed at the thought that he might not be single, perhaps just chatting with me out of boredom. I felt restless, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

Staying up late at night left me listless during the day.

My colleagues noticed and showed concern for my situation.

I smiled wryly and explained my situation, and my colleague bluntly suggested that maybe he was an ugly man.

I asked why, and my colleague said only ugly men would be so warm-hearted.

I couldn't help but pull a wry face. My colleague might be right.

I mentally labeled him as ugly, which slightly eased my mood.

I told myself that even if we became a couple, we would soon face a long-distance relationship. He couldn't abandon his career, and I needed to return to my hometown to develop my own. It seemed better to end things early.

So, when I logged back in, my attitude was a bit cold.

Unexpectedly, Wolf In Snow noticed something was off. He asked if something had happened and reassured me that no matter what, he could help me solve it.