Her hand gripping the doorknob tightened bit by bit until her knuckles turned white. It was only then that Wen Yi abruptly turned around, her lips curling upward as she stared straight into his eyes, unblinking, "So, Mr. Mo, have you fallen for me?"
The lighting at this moment was dimly perfect. Although it was impossible to see every inch of expression change, sensory perception was amplified countless times, rendering certain signals with nowhere to hide.
Mo Shichen looked at her face, or more precisely, her eyes.
Silence prevailed for a long moment.
He parted his thin lips, intending to speak, but as his gaze met her eyes, all words became stuck in his throat and faded away. In the end, he swallowed hard, yet no sound came out.
Wen Yi averted her gaze, her fingers loosened from the grip of the doorknob without any hesitation, pulled open the door, and walked out.
Leaving behind the lonely man and a suddenly silent and calming warm light.
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