The knock at the door resounded through the night,
carrying with it an indescribable hint of ambiguity.
It stirred restlessness in the heart of the person in the dark, as if tiny, unruly insects were gnawing away, the itching unbearable.
Wen Xian gazed down at his door, where a dim, yellow light seeped through from the inside.
It's so late...
He hadn't slept yet, what was he doing?
As she pondered with her head lowered, her fists clenched and her heart thumping, suddenly—
Footsteps faintly made their way to her from inside.
She immediately held her breath, her gaze fixed on the doorknob.
The steps from inside grew closer and closer until they stopped at the door, separated from her by a mere barrier.
Wen Xian watched wide-eyed as the doorknob turned downward, and the door was opened from the inside—
"..."
A tall figure suddenly came into view.
His frame blocked the dim light of the room, enveloping her in his dark silhouette.
