Song Qingchun's eyes blinked with determination as she turned around to step toward the stairs. It took her five minutes to go up ten steps.
When she reached the second floor, the sunlight happened to stream through the open window, covering the corridor in its golden rays. Song Qingchun stared at the study room door twenty meters away from her for about half a minute before moving toward it.
The door was closed, and she could hear nothing from within, in fact the 300 square meter bungalow was so eerily quiet that Song Qingchun could hear her own heart beating. This door represented a choice.
Song Qingchun gripped her fists tightly as if struggling one last time. However, this time, as if fearful that she might regret the decision at any moment; she quickly lifted her hand to knock on the door.
About five seconds later, the flat tone that was unique to Su Zhinian called out from behind the door. "Come in."
