Compared to the environment of a lively bar, this was a cold and lonely studio.
It was so dark that no light came into the room.
A young man curled into a fetal position in a corner as a mist-like spider web covered his hair and body.
Beside the young man was his phone that had gone flat. The whole room had scattered messy drafts, while blots of ink and multiple pens were strewn everywhere on the floor. As a gust blew into the room, the sound of the draft papers rustling echoed through the empty room…
The studio was pitch dark when Ning Xi and Lu Tingxiao arrived. It was as though no one was there.
"Is Ze here?" Ning Xi asked hesitantly.
This place exuded a vibe that it had been vacant for a very long time.
After Spirit had expanded and moved to a bigger company, only Gong Shangze remained there to design. He said that he could only find inspiration there. Ning Xi had not forced him at that time and he was still here after a year.
