They faced each other, Huo Man's hand still hovered above the keypad of the lock, suspended in mid-air.
The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Huo Man explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, but everyone is very worried about you. I guessed you might be here," she said.
Wen Suihan didn't say anything in response.
He stepped aside from the doorway, letting Huo Man enter.
Walking into the living room, Huo Man glanced around.
Only then did she realize that there wasn't a trace of any cooked food smell.
The spacious living room had its curtains drawn, and aside from the air purifier still working, there was no sign of activity.
Wen Suihan's phone was on the coffee table, its screen dark; if she wasn't mistaken, it had probably run out of battery.
