Jiang Yisheng nodded, his eyes filled with helplessness.
"This is indeed troublesome," Gu Xinuo furrowed her brows slightly, her pink lips moved slightly as she muttered softly.
The hazy night, with the bright moon hidden among the layered clouds, draped everything with a frightening darkness.
Outside the door, Ye Jiuliang paced back and forth, feeling indecisive.
Specks of orange light leaked from the narrow gap under the door, casting light into the woman's slender eyes, illuminating the repressed sorrow hidden deep within.
Eventually, she reached out her hand.
The door was ajar, not tightly closed, and it swung open with a gentle push.
The orange light poured out, elongating the shadows on the wall, and as Ye Jiuliang raised her eyes, her gaze met the man's.
It was still that handsome face, but missing was the man's affectionate gaze, causing a dull pain to surge in Ye Jiuliang's chest.
She had just taken a step forward when a cold voice rang out, "Stop right there."
