Li Mingxi put down the hairdryer and walked to the door, gently tugging at it, realizing it was indeed open.
She wasn't seeing things.
She tried to recall the moment she had just returned from the balcony, but couldn't remember what the door was like then.
Could it be that he had come while she was taking a shower?
He should have made some noise pushing the wheelchair. How come she hadn't heard a thing?
Could something have happened to him?
Thinking like this, Li Mingxi suddenly panicked, her mind unable to think straight, and she dashed out the door without hesitation.
Her room wasn't far from Xu Ji's, only separated by a study.
Xu Ji's room was to the east.
Xu Ji's room door was tightly closed, but Li Mingxi, worried that something might have happened to him, was too anxious to remember to knock and burst into the room.
In the room, Xu Ji was sitting on the bed facing her direction, with the shirt he had just taken off beside him.