The night was growing deeper, and after an evening of laughter and chatter, everyone returned to their rooms.
Dudu pushed open the door, the cold room making her shiver slightly. She turned on the light, looked at the glass separating her room from the balcony, and slowly walked over. She drew the curtains back, opened the sliding glass door, and carefully stepped out onto the balcony, peering at the opposite balcony.
The short railing wasn't difficult for her to climb over. It was much shorter than the one at Shen Yiran's house. In the past, she would have insisted on sharing a room with him.
Even if he strongly disagreed, she would still have climbed over the railing to see what he was doing alone in his room.
Was he working? Or just smoking absent-mindedly?
