The next day, when the agreed time arrived, Blake Jing put on his coat, picked up the communicator and walked out the door.
Max followed him silently, his gaze somewhat blank, as if he wasn't worried about any surprises.
They walked through the long corridor and entered the hall. The expensive crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling was not turned on, reflecting a dazzling light. The hall was actually darker during the day than at night.
Max stopped under the crystal lamp, his eyes passing over it vaguely, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared quickly.
He looked at Blake Jing's back without hesitation or heaviness, just like when they usually travel together.
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