Just then, the voice of the manager came through the intercom.
"Technician number 9, to room 27."
Room 27.
Chen Mo's heart thumped.
An intuition was telling him that the person he was looking for should be in room 27.
After a moment's thought, Chen Mo still picked up the tray, donned the masquerade mask, and slowly made his way to the room.
The room was only a few minutes' walk from the staff break room.
Those short minutes felt like a lifetime to Chen Mo; he had never felt his emotions to be so complex.
Could it really be Zhou Ruoxue?
If it was her, how should he face her?
Should he greet her?
Should he find out what had happened to Zhou Ruoxue over these years?
Chen Mo was immersed in all sorts of emotions.
He had slowly arrived at the door to room 27.
Although he wasn't completely sure that the person inside was Zhou Ruoxue.
When doing certain things, there seems to be this inexplicable intuition reminding oneself, pre-empting what the next move is.
