The door was closed and locked from the outside, leaving Zong Haohao alone in the room. His expression was gloomy and uncertain, and in the end, it turned into a lifeless atmosphere.
He was like an empty shell that had lost its soul, or it was like his soul had fallen into the darkest corner. He had merged with the darkness and was almost invisible. His entire body was emitting a gloomy aura, and his eyes were so empty that they were devoid of emotion.
He didn't know when he had developed this habit of daydreaming, but by the time Zong Haohao realized it, he couldn't change it.
