"The door isn't bolted."
Those four chilly and haughty words rendered Meng Zhuqing instantly rigid.
She,
knew he had arrived.
She,
seemed as though she was waiting for him.
Meng Zhuqing struggled to steady her mind before she raised her hand and gently attempted to push the door before her; then he found, indeed, the door wasn't bolted from the inside.
This...
Looking at the door he had already pushed open a crack, Meng Zhuqing hesitated and finally pushed it open a bit wider and slowly walked in.
Unconsciously, he closed the door behind him.
Though there was no oil lamp lit in the room, the bright moonlight filtering in meant the room wasn't completely dark.
Meng Zhuqing hesitated again but still moved toward Tobanya.
Tobanya was lying on the bed, her beautiful eyes closed, her expression quite normal, as if she were already asleep. But Meng Zhuqing knew that she was actually awake. She had just spoken to him.
