Bang!
The door of the room slowly closed. Everything was pitch black in front of her. Jiang Xiaoqing's whole body was tense, and she was even trembling. She felt as if she couldn't even move her feet. The room was engulfed in darkness, especially since she had come from the brightly lit hall. Entering this pitch-black room so suddenly, she naturally felt very uncomfortable as if she had entered a room where she couldn't see her own hand.
With great difficulty, Jiang Xiaoqing shuffled across the short corridor that was only a little more than two meters long before entering the suite. The room wasn't as dark as she had imagined. Light from the street outside spilled in, making the room less pitch-black.
Once inside the room, Jiang Xiaoqing finally saw the figure. He was sitting in a chair, his back towards the door, staring at the neon lights outside the window. Gazing at the nearby buildings was rather comforting.
