He headed towards the door, standing at the entrance, he repeatedly contemplated opening it. However, at that moment, he was like a coward, lacking the courage.
He was afraid of seeing her tear-streaked eyes full of sorrow.
"Ai Zi..." He softly called out.
The room was silent, no sounds could be heard.
"Ai Zi..." He called again, but still there was no response. His brows furrowed, he could only feel anxiety welling up inside him.
Almost as if acting on a conditioned reflex, he gripped the door handle, twisted and pushed it, charging into the room.
Zuo Aiai still maintained her previous demeanor, sitting there with a forced smile, looking at him sarcastically. "What? Did you think I committed suicide?"
"Ai Zi…" Ji Nanfeng let go of his anxiety, but seeing her, the pain emerged again.
