Shen Liangchuan stood outside the room door.
He looked at the door silently and extended his hand. Just a light push and the thin door separating him and Qiao Lian would be out of the way.
But… what then, after the door had been opened?
How was he going to explain the matter relating Song Yuanxi?
His hand froze for a moment. Finally, he let it drop down.
In the master bedroom.
Qiao Lian was lying on the bed on her side, propping her head on her hand while the other rested on the side.
She stared blankly into space. Her vision merely extended to the golden light from the sunset that fell on her bedside table.
He still wouldn't explain… Why? Was it because he felt guilty? Because he still could not let go of that "old friend"?
As she bit her lip, she heard footsteps just outside the room door.
She sat up, looking at the door.
The door that separated them.
