She put on a loose robe and walked towards the door.
As the door swung open, silence greeted her, not a single figure in sight.
Where was Lu Xiao?
Wen Xian was taken aback.
Confused, she stepped out, finally taking out her room key, she locked the door and began searching in the hallway.
The corridor was caressed by a gentle sea breeze, which, even in the evening, carried a hint of warmth.
Instead of heading to the elevators, as she walked, she faintly heard the voices of a man and a woman coming from the far end near the emergency exit.
The voices sounded familiar, and this made her increasingly apprehensive.
Because she was certain she wasn't mistaken—the man's voice seemed to be... Lu Xiao's.
Even though she knew she couldn't possibly be wrong, she still wanted to doubt herself.
She didn't want to accept it.
Because she didn't understand, what was Lu Xiao doing there with another woman? What were they talking about?
