Zhuo Yuqing knew which room Bai Chengxi was staying in, so once she got on the elevator, she went straight to his floor.
Watching the numbers climb continuously was like riding a roller coaster going upward, both thrilling and a bit scary.
The suitcase rolled almost silently over the carpet; turning a corner, she would reach Bai Chengxi's room,
As she turned the corner, someone hurriedly approached from the opposite direction. Zhuo Yuqing wasn't prepared and got bumped into squarely, stumbling backward almost to the point of falling.
That person didn't seem to expect to bump into someone either, hurriedly apologized, and headed towards the elevator. Zhuo Yuqing only managed to catch a glimpse of her retreating figure—a slender shape, wearing a silky nightgown with long, black curly hair cascading down to her waist, not needing to see her face to guess she was beautiful.
