The woman's voice inside the door wafted out like a demonic tune, Amelia's face pale, but her feet remained frozen in self-abuse.
She didn't know how long she had been standing at the door, but only when the sounds inside ceased did she mechanically raise her hand to knock.
A familiar man's voice came from inside, tinged with hoarseness, "Please wait a moment."
Only then did Amelia wake up from the trance, turning and running towards the elevator doors, but both elevators were showing they were stuck on the first floor, not moving at all.
At that moment, the door behind her opened.
She couldn't help but turn her head, looking at the man who walked out of the room.
He wasn't wearing a coat, his shirt collar was open, his handsome face flushed, and his forehead adorned with glistening beads of sweat. His chest was heaving, indicating that his breathing was somewhat rapid.
He truly looked like the aftermath.
