The second floor was deserted, the entire corridor eerily silent.
Listening to his own footsteps, Zhang Te entered the hallway, walking around ten meters before pushing open a door.
In the lavish and luxurious room, in the back wall's glass cabinet, there lay an extremely opulent wedding dress.
Sitting directly in front of the wedding dress on a leather sofa was a man.
Even from the doorway, where Zhang Te could only see the back of the man's head, he recognized him, "Mr. Han?"
Han Jingnian did not respond.
Zhang Te walked a few steps forward to approach Han Jingnian, his lips parting to call out "Mr. Han" again. But before he could, he saw Han Jingnian, leaning back on the sofa, eyes closed in sleep. He instinctively hushed his voice.
Instantly, the room fell quiet as if time had frozen in place.
Zhang Te looked at Han Jingnian's face as if it had come out of a painting and after a while, he noticed a faint noise in the room.