The figure stopped directly in front of the second-to-last door at the end of the corridor.
He raised his hand and grasped the doorknob.
But he didn't open the door right away, he just stood quietly outside the door.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.
It seemed like he was struggling, hesitating; his fingers slowly tightened, gripping the doorknob firmly.
After a long while, he applied a little force and opened the door.
She still hadn't gotten into the habit of locking her door before bed, even though she felt very insecure now, but she never locked it.
Gu Sheng pushed the door open and walked in with light steps.
He stopped by the bed, and with the faint moonlight shining in from the balcony, he watched Gu Yao, who was asleep on the bed.
His eyes gradually softened, filled with deep emotion, and then with sadness.