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The door of the elevator had long been closed.
Zayne stared blankly at the door of the elevator in silence, like a handsome statue of a God, for a long while.
The number on the screen kept changing. Eamon had probably long reached the lobby, however, it seemed that Zayne did not have any intention of leaving.
His appearance surprised anyone who looked at him.
The nurse who had told them not to make a scene looked at him and felt sorry for him.
He was a very handsome young man. However, his stony face and gloomy temperament gave off a sense of elegance.
People would praise the teenager's attractive appearance. He would definitely grow up to be a charming man.
The nurse smiled coquettishly and comforted him, "Young man, don't be sad. Go home quickly."
Zayne finally came back to his senses. There wasn’t a lot of expression on his handsome face; he just slightly raised his eyebrows, took a look at the nurse, and nodded slightly. He was polite yet distant.