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The corridor outside the bedroom was dimly lit with a warm, yellow light.
Cheng Weiyue walked barefoot on the thick carpet, tentatively calling out Zhou Jingwei's name.
Xiangshan Mansion was really huge, and the quiet of the deep night only seemed to amplify its vastness.
Cheng Weiyue descended the stairs to find a room at the end of the second floor, its lights faintly shining through.
The door was ajar, so the light spilled out, creating a scatter of light and shadow on the floor.
For some reason, Cheng Weiyue felt a sudden tightness in her heart.
She quickened her pace and walked over.
The moment she pushed open the door, Cheng Weiyue smelled the scent of spices.
It was an overly austere fragrance with an indescribable bitterness, which somehow had a calming effect.
Cheng Weiyue saw Zhou Jingwei sitting on the sofa with his back to her, his head lowered, as if deep in thought.
"Jingwei, what's wrong..." Cheng Weiyue called his name with unease.
No one responded.
