Outside the doors, the children lingered in the corridor, their gazes darting between one another, unwilling to move. The earlier chaos had dwindled into muffled quiet, but that silence only made their hearts pound harder.
Zhihao pressed a hand against the wall, his knuckles pale. He remembered too vividly how the silence always came, like the eye of a storm, before either parent broke again. His body stiffened at every creak of wood, every faint murmur seeping through the door.
Minghao clutched at his sleeve, her voice trembling. "It's too quiet…"
Tinghao's throat tightened, his young eyes darting nervously. "But if they are not fighting anymore… then what are they doing?"
Twilight frowned, lips pressed thin, clearly impatient. But Qin Xinyu's hand remained firm on her wrist, his voice calm though his eyes betrayed unease. "No. We don't intrude."