This brightly lit long corridor was always desolate despite its prosperity, emanating a sense of solitude. The only two present were the girls currently in a standoff at the door.
Rows of closed windows sealed the space off, preventing the air from the outside world from seeping in. The wind outside the tall building howled and repeatedly slammed against the windows. For a moment, the sound of the wind swelled and the glass trembled.
"Not planning to open it for me?"
Lin Xingjie asked again, not out of impatience, but with an intrigued look as she observed the expression of the other party.
Zhu Qingyue didn't respond.
Just silence, nothing but silence.
"Or did you not bring your keys?"
"Yes."
The class president nodded, answering with a serious demeanor that showed no trace of accommodation.
"Then there's no helping it," the girl spread her hands with a look of resignation, "Looks like we'll have to knock and have your mom come out to welcome us in."
"…"
