Su Zhinian's bedroom was large, and the light falling in from the corridor only managed to illuminate the area near the door; the rest of the room was still shrouded in darkness.
Su Zhinian was practically hidden in the dark. Song Qingchun was unable to catch his expression. From his rough silhouette, Song Qingchun guessed his head was turned to look out the window. He looked like he was deep in thought.
Song Qingchun waited for a while. Noticing the Su Zhinian had no intention to speak, she uttered, "Mr. Su, I will be back later to pick up the plates."
The response to her words was merely silence. Song Qingchun did not stay and turned to walk out the door.
In her haste to escape Su Zhinian's lair, combined with the general dimness of the room, she tripped on something on the floor beside his bed. She yelped as she careened forward.
