After leaving Yue Yue in front of her room, Xing Luoguang did not move for a few seconds.
He stood there quietly, staring at the closed door as if he could still feel her presence behind it.
Her soft voice… her stubborn face… the way she refused to look at him properly.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, but it quickly faded.
He turned around and began walking toward his own room.
The corridor was long and silent. His footsteps echoed lightly. But the closer he got to his room, the slower his steps became.
He could feel it. There was another presence in his room. He stopped in front of the door and sighed deeply.
"Sigh…"
He rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself, "Of course… it's him." There was only one person who would wait inside his room without permission.
Xing Luoye.
Xing Luoguang pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, leaning casually against the bed, was Xing Luoye. One leg crossed over the other, arms folded, calm and relaxed as if this was his own room.
