Qin Zhi'ai was stunned. She looked through the courtyard beyond the front door and also saw that another room's door was open inside. A warm yellow light on the front porch illuminated some of the interior, but only vaguely. The light was off in the courtyard, and no one was around.
The entire neighborhood was very silent.
Qin Zhi'ai stood at the gate for a long time, waiting for someone to close the door. She began to frown.
Isn't the housekeeper at home? If she is, why is the front door still wide open at midnight?
He drank so much. Is he really alone right now, and is that okay?
Qin Zhi'ai's hands hanging down slowly clenched into fists. She wanted to enter the courtyard but wasn't brave enough. Bewildered, she finally closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and summoned her courage. She lifted her foot and gently walked into the courtyard of Gu Yusheng's villa.
She didn't stop until the light over the porch covered her entirely.