As these thoughts flooded Song Youman's mind, she sat in her car, parked underground, for a while before finally getting on the elevator.
When she reached her floor, before she even stepped out of the elevator, she saw him standing at her door…
Song Youman's face stiffened, halting her steps as she was about to walk out of the elevator.
With his head hung low, lost in thought, Han Zhijin looked up at the sound of the elevator's warning tone.
The moment their eyes met, both of them jolted slightly. But Song Youman quickly composed herself and exited the elevator casually.
As Song Youman approached, Han Zhijin's expression relaxed, "Youman..."
Song Youman's fingertips, holding her bag, trembled slightly. Her voice, however, was cool and steady, "What are you doing at my door so late? Don't you need to go home and sleep?"
"I…" It took Han Zhijin a moment before he could answer her, "Youman, how have you been in the month and a half that I've been gone?"
