The study door was closed, but there was no anti-locking, because Charles Qi was free to move when trying to pull the door handle.
There was no sound in it.
“… Shen Yan?” His inquiry was the same as tapping twice on the door panel, cautiously and patiently.
“… um.” The answer was lighter than the question itself.
Xavier Qi quickly and carefully opened the door, and the lights in the room did not know when it went out. Only the cold white light of the computer screen was printed on the wall. Even if only the light source is left, Shen Yan buried his head in his hands as if fearing the light, sitting down stiffly like a rock, and his chair turned away from the screen.
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