For some reason, the dormitory was unusually quiet tonight.
Perhaps because it was Friday, many researchers had gone home.
Li Qiao didn't bother to think too deeply and strolled leisurely toward her own dorm.
Her dorm was at the end of the second floor, and the headlights' motion sensors lit up one by one as she passed them.
Until—
At the end by the window, under the light, the sight of that black, proud figure made Li Qiao stop in her tracks as if in a trance.
In her field of vision, Shang Yu stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, staring out at the dense ink of the night sky. The distinct profile of his face seemed slightly tense, and he didn't look her way, even though he must have heard her footsteps.
Li Qiao's brows relaxed, and she quickened her pace toward him, her eyes sparkling with brightness. "Master Yan, what brings you here?" she asked.
In a few steps, she was beside him.
