Through the doorway, she weakly responded, "What is it?"
Listening to the voice, Mrs. Zhou probably didn't come up, standing at the third floor landing, calling out, "Come down and get something."
Zhou Huaiyi, feeling lazy with added worries piling up, instantly lost patience and irritably got out of bed to unlock the door.
"Get wha—"
As soon as the door opened, the last words were cut off by shock, stopping abruptly.
The man in front of her stood tall, dressed in a black jacket over a hoodie and casual pants, his short hair tousled. His skin was noticeably darker than six months ago, yet he still looked exquisite and handsome. The originally gentle and cool demeanor in his features had gained a touch of sharpness and steadiness over time.
A surge of emotion hit, and the grievances and pain that had been stuck in Zhou Huaiyi's heart for days suddenly turned into tears, uncontrollably flooding forth.
