Back in the room, Qiao Yuxian didn't turn on the light, standing at the door leaning against it.
The room was pitch black, so quiet that there wasn't a sound.
She leaned against the door, staring into the seemingly endless darkness before her.
Suddenly, she straightened her body and turned her gaze to the room's balcony.
Qiao Yuxian stared intently at the balcony, watching as the half-drawn curtain seemed to move slightly in the dark.
A very soft sound came from the room.
Like leaves falling to the ground.
A very light sound, but Qiao Yuxian still heard it.
After a few seconds, she abruptly raised her hand and turned on the room's light.
And in the instant the room lit up, she saw Gu Yanjing step out from behind the curtain.
Dressed in black, with a jacket covering his chin, his eyes radiated with coldness.
Because of the cool night, the corners of his eyes were somewhat red.
Like a flower blossoming on bright, clean ice.
Bright red and seductive.
