There was silence in the room, and the air seemed to be frozen.
Ethan Qin sat beside the bed, motionless, without lighting the oil lamp, in the dim, the whole person was like a stone.
With his eyes closed, in the solidified air, Ethan Qin finally heard a very soft breath, and the sound was just outside the curtain of his room.
Living alone, Ethan Qin’s room is not a wooden door, but a linen curtain, which makes it easier to enter and exit.
Ethan Qin stared at the curtain. He was determined to be behind the curtain, and there was someone standing quietly.
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