At eleven o'clock at night, the apartment's door emitted the sound of the password being input, followed by a "click," and the lock was released.
Fu Jichen, carrying the fatigue of the day, pushed open the door. The living room lights were on, and the curtains of the panoramic glass windows weren't drawn. When he raised his eyes, the dazzling lights of the city night, both near and far, were within sight, shimmering in hues of orange, yellow, red, and green.
Changing into slippers at the entrance, Fu Jichen walked inside, rounded the corner, and found Shen Jianian still awake.
Covered with a black and white checkered blanket, she was curled up in a small heap on the sofa, holding a book in her hands. Perhaps having heard the sound of the door opening, she raised her head to look over.
Their gazes met, Fu Jichen slightly surprised, opened his mouth to ask, "Not resting so late?"
