An Ran entered the room in a daze, neither turning on the lights nor changing her shoes, and went straight to the sofa, sitting down.
The medical record in her hand couldn't reveal its writing in the dim room.
The sky gradually darkened. On this moonless night, the room was pitch-black.
She hadn't returned to Longteng Xinyuan for several days. Whether it was because no one had been living there or due to the weather, tonight felt especially grim and cold.
An Ran threw the medical record onto the coffee table, hugged herself tightly, took off her shoes, and curled up on the sofa, seemingly trying to warm herself against the sofa cushions behind her.
After a while, her back warmed up, but her chest remained cold, so she curled up even more tightly, like a shrimp nearing death...
She wasn't sure how much time had passed when a faint sound came from outside the door, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock.
A tall man appeared in the doorway as he opened the door.
