Xu Youyou stood at the door, not in a hurry to enter. Her fair fingers held onto the thin room card that felt extremely heavy. She took a deep breath as though she was mentally preparing herself before she tapped the card against the door.
Di!
When Xu Youyou opened the door, she saw that the room was dark. The choking smoke from cigarettes lingered in the room heavily. She waved her hand in front of her nose but gave up when she discovered it did not help at all. After taking two steps into the room, she saw the man sitting on the couch.
His head was lowered, and his exquisite features were hidden in the darkness. He held a burning cigarette between his fingers. The end of the cigarette burned orange and red as wisps of white smoke curled around his fingers. His posture was not noble and majestic as it usually was. Instead, he looked dejected and lonely. He looked so exhausted that it seemed like he was about to collapse.
