The private room was very quiet at the moment.
It felt as if the only sounds left were Bai Ruyan's anxious heartbeat and the noise of Wang Chen lighting a cigarette while deep in thought.
They each harbored their thoughts and also carried their own worries.
After seven or eight minutes.
Just as Bai Ruyan was becoming somewhat restless, Wang Chen emerged from the bathroom.
He hadn't taken a shower. After smoking two cigarettes, he simply turned on the showerhead and vigorously rinsed his hair and cheeks.
The cool water cascaded off his hair tips, giving him a refreshing feeling of instant clarity from the murkiness.
When he pushed the door open, what first met his eyes was the pitch darkness where one could not even see one's own fingers.
After his eyes had adjusted briefly, he could then glimpse the interior scene through some moonlight spilling in from the outside.
Wang Chen's gaze swiftly swept over, clearly uninterested in the furnishings.
