The next day, he returned to where he stayed. He wanted to go to the 13rd floor but he went to the 15th floor for some reason. The 15th floor was a very quiet floor, almost as if no one was staying there. His feet gave soft clicking noises. He walked over and stood at Yan Huan's door. He knew for a fact that there wasn't anyone around but he still knocked at the door.
But no matter what, the results were the same; Yan Huan wasn't around.
He turned around and walked back. If someone saw, they would have noticed that Attorney Lu's shoulder was a little droopy. It was bringing him towards something known as loneliness.
The loneliness was a killer.
13rd floor. This was his floor and his house. A place where he could work and sleep. He didn't feel much about it in the past, almost as if that was all to his life. The same schedule day in, day out till he leaves this world.
"Knock knock…"
There was a knocking from outside.
