Lu Weixi, who was initially asleep, seems to sense something and slowly opens her eyes.
???
!!!
Their eyes meet.
The room is pitch dark and quite tranquil, except for the sound of their breathing and the gentle hum of the air conditioning. The faint light seeping in from the hallway allows her to vaguely discern the unfolding scenario. Qin Zhiyou leans over, his long arms outstretched, his face seeming to hover right before her. The room is too dark for her to make out his facial expression, but from the glint reflected in his eyes, a slight surprise could be detected.
Neither of them speak, nor move, each frozen in this stiff posture.
Qin Zhiyou initially just wanted to take a look, to look and leave. Then he thought he would just lightly touch her when she wasn't paying attention.
