When Luo Yang entered another empty private room with Zhu Li and closed the door, his heart also reached his throat in that instant.
Truthfully, having lived for over a decade, Luo Yang had never felt this nervous before.
After all, it was the key moment that would uncover the mystery of life and death.
As for how he sat down on the sofa, Luo Yang couldn't remember.
He only felt as if he was stepping on cotton, light as a feather, unknowingly moving from the door to the side of the sofa, and then he just sat down.
Zhu Li might have seen the overly tense expression on Luo Yang's face and gave a slight smile with pursed lips.
Strangely enough, when he saw Zhu Li's smile, Luo Yang's mood suddenly cleared up, like clouds parting to reveal the moon, and everything seemed to have an outcome.
Luo Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave an awkward smile, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, feeling much calmer.
Some things could be surmised from various details.
