Feng Chengjin had never felt so dim and agitated, feeling like an outsider, an undeniable outsider.
The past entanglements compounded with today's sudden changes.
Standing outside the door.
Mo Tong hung his head in disappointment, self-mockery and sarcasm pervading even more.
Back and forth, stopping and standing, left and right.
He paced back and forth in the hallway.
Several times, he thought about knocking on the door, but when his fingers touched the door frame, he pulled them back.
In the end, watching the minute and hour hands on his wristwatch move little by little, as time approached 6 o'clock, the color of dawn seeped through the hallway window...
He clenched his palm, furrowed his brow, preparing to turn and leave.
But at this moment.
The phone rang.
At the same time, there was the sound of a wooden door being pushed open and Gu Zixuan stepping out while anxiously dialing on the phone.
Their eyes met.
