CREAK—
With the faint sound of a door opening, light spilled into the silent, narrow room. The attic, full of youthful memories, welcomed its two masters for the first time in a long while.
The two of them entered the attic, one after the other.
It had been a long time since he'd been here, but Xie Youchen still found the light switch with pinpoint accuracy after walking in.
Just as he was about to press it, Jiang Qingli, as if predicting his move, raised her voice to stop him. "Don't turn on the light!"
She sounded a bit urgent, as if she was afraid of something being discovered.
Xie Youchen paused for a moment, then said, "Alright."
Jiang Qingli let go of his hand and went to close the door.
With the light and sound from outside cut off, the attic was plunged into pitch-black silence.
As a result, the other person's presence became exceptionally distinct and clear.
