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In the end, he raised his hand to check his wristwatch, only to find out that it was already past three in the morning.
There was a slight painful pang in his lungs, and his mouth was dry and bitter—probably from smoking too much.
It was past three in the morning. She must have fallen asleep by now, he reasoned.
Yet, he found himself unable to resist the urge to go and see her.
But...
What if she wasn't asleep?
Would she start speaking those words again?
After pondering for a moment, Di Mingzhe eventually lost control and headed involuntarily towards the main hall.
The early morning air was crisp and silent—only a few guards were on duty, all of whom saluted him as he passed.
Di Mingzhe gestured for them to stop.
Before he knew it, he had ascended to the second floor, arriving at the door to her room. He loitered at the entrance for a while before finally twisting the doorknob lightly.
To his surprise, the door was unlocked.
