This time, Jing Haohao showed no reaction at all.
Liang Chen's hand clenched around his car keys, standing still momentarily before finally stepping out and exiting Jing Haohao's room.
The gentle sound of the door closing echoed behind him, making him feel as though his heart was plummeting into an abyss.
He stood in the quiet corridor leaning against her door, before eventually turning around and heading towards the stairs.
Stepping outside, the biting chill of late autumn swept over him, clearing his head slightly.
The residential courtyard was silent. He walked slowly towards his car and took a seat inside, without starting the engine. He lifted his head to peer through the window at Jing Haohao's lit room, feelings his emotions complex and indescribable.
During his airport wait in Japan, Jing Haohao had lit a faint beacon of hope in his heart, it sometimes felt enough to illuminate his whole world, other times felt dangerously close to extinguishing.
