"Knock, knock." An Xiaofeng rapped on the door, silently waiting for the person inside to answer. They didn't wait for long; as soon as the knocking stopped, Qin Xue heard steps approaching from inside.
Qin Xue secretly surmised that the person had a reasonably good reaction speed, likely because they had heard them coming, and hence rushed to the door right when they knocked.
As soon as the door swung open, what greeted Qin Xue was a face so cold that it was slightly intimidating. This person was truly cold, and unlike the usual coldness of Chu Molin, who appeared indifferent to strangers but was actually warm-hearted, this person's coldness seemed to seep out from their bones, as if nothing was ever able to touch their heart.
However, she couldn't make any judgments yet, as sometimes those who appeared heartless and emotionless also had their own concerns. Thus, aside from sensing his cold demeanor, Qin Xue couldn't draw any other conclusions about him at first glance.
