The surroundings fell silent, leaving only the howling cold wind through the shattered window.
Rong Xianning walked over and picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground.
The screen was cracked, but it was still functional.
"It's late. I'll take you home."
"Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?"
Shen You'an's voice came from behind.
Rong Xianning pressed his lips together. "It's dangerous here. There might even be stray cats wandering around. Let me take you out of here first."
He turned and grabbed Shen You'an's hand, walking forward with steps both hurried and heavy.
Shen You'an did not pull his hand away, instead following his pace.
At the doorway, Rong Xianning suddenly stopped, releasing the hand gripping Shen You'an's.
He stood quietly, his slender figure etched in the darkness, radiating endless loneliness and solitude.
Like a lone wolf wandering across a desolate plain.
"You already know."
That single sentence seemed to drain all his strength.
