Wang Xiao stood before the closed door of Wang Xueying's room, a sigh escaping his lips as he contemplated the situation that awaited him on the other side.
Should he knock? The thought crossed his mind, but then he remembered the flinch he had observed from Wang Xueying through the door, her anxious eyes focused on the entrance.
Despite his hesitation, he decided to push the door open gently. "Hm?" he mumbled to himself as he entered, finding Wang Xueying with her back turned to him, lying on the bed. She appeared to be either asleep or pretending to be, although the latter seemed more likely.
She looked more like she was pretending to be dead.
Wang Xiao quietly closed the door behind him, the sound causing Wang Xueying to suck in a sharp breath in surprise, her heart racing with nervous anticipation.
'Is he gone?' Wang Xueying wondered, still too frightened to move.
