"Creak," as the door was pushed open, the light from the corridor spilled in, allowing Fu Jichen to see clearly. The dim music hall was empty, with rows of seats descending in tiers.
Fu Jichen stepped inside, his leather shoes tapping on the tiled floor, creating a dull echo. He casually closed the door, and the light from the corridor disappeared as the door shut, making the hall a shade darker.
Only a few dim yellow lights were on in the ceiling. Fu Jichen looked at the large stage ahead, with no performance or rehearsal; the dark gray curtain was drawn.
Fu Jichen felt a hint of confusion. He stepped down one stair, then another, but he still didn't see anyone.
He turned his head, glancing around, but no one entered this place either.
After a while, he confirmed it was indeed an empty music hall.
Could Shen Jianian have made a mistake?
