A storm surged in Feng Ling's heart, and once again she looked at the closed door in front of her.
But the door was still closed as if proving what she had said to him.
Nothing happened. No love existed between them.
However, Feng Ling looked down at the files in her hand, stepped forward, and knocked on the door. After all, she had been waiting for him for many days.
After knocking a few times, she put her hand down and waited for a while. There was silence inside and no one came to open the door.
After waiting another two minutes, she raised her hand and knocked again.
After she repeated this process for a few minutes, the door finally opened.
