Chuzheng emerged from the bathroom, An Ji was sitting on the sofa holding a book, looking quiet and somewhat well-behaved.
"It's getting late, I should head back now."
Hearing the voice, An Ji seemed to snap out of his reverie. He stood up, dropping the book onto the sofa, looking a bit absent-minded, and said, "I'll see you out."
"No need, get some rest early." Chuzheng picked up the phone from the table and headed straight for the door: "Goodnight."
An Ji stood in place and softly replied, "Goodnight..."
The door gradually closed, and the room grew quiet.
An Ji sat back down, picked up his phone, and opened the Weibo he rarely logged into except to make announcements.
The post he made earlier had already been commented on and shared by many people.
An Ji didn't look at those contents but instead searched for a name—68150216.
This string of numbers might be just numbers to others, but to him, it was all too familiar—his high school student ID.
