Gu Xiaoxi opened the door and walked to Quan Shaoqing's entryway. There was no sound from within; she didn't need to guess that he was likely taking a shower.
She turned around to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and sipped as she waited for him.
Half an hour later, Gu Xiaoxi had finished three glasses of water, and he still hadn't come out. She decided to take the initiative and knock on the door.
However, she knocked several times with no response. She pressed her ear to the door, hearing a faint sound, but couldn't make out what it was.
Out of curiosity, she reached out to push the door open.
The room was dark, shadow enveloping every corner. A sliver of weak light from the doorway fell upon the figure crouched on the ground, that prideful silhouette.
At that moment, Quan Shaoqing sat on the floor, clutching his chest, his fingers clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and large beads of sweat covered his forehead.