As Qian Qiangyu entered the room, a profound silence fell upon the entire space, enveloping it in a stillness.
Wei Wenqiang was about to ask something when Qian Qiangyu leaned in gently towards Li Yidao, his voice tinged with sorrow and laced with traces of both resignation and longing.
"Is she... here?" he softly inquired.
The emotion in his voice seemed to carry a deep sense of sadness, and perhaps even a glimmer of affection, as discerned by his eyes.
This bold thought briefly stunned Li Yidao, who chose to observe in silence rather than respond immediately.
Qian Qiangyu seemed as though he had already figured out the answer and, without waiting for Li Yidao's confirmation, he found a chair, sat down, and began sharing his experiences.
"I know she's here. I can feel her presence," he murmured. "She's been my companion through countless nights, and I'm so familiar with her. I can sense her aura whenever she's close."
