The living room wasn't lit, enveloped in darkness, but there was a faint light coming from the kitchen, and those sounds were emanating from there.
How come... if a thief breaks in, they don't ransack the living room but head to the kitchen?
Could it be that they're hungry?
Dong Xin Yan swallowed slightly, her steps moved slowly, her dark eyes glancing towards the kitchen. Fortunately, her compact apartment had an open kitchen, without walls dividing it, and her view was unobstructed.
However, when her gaze settled on the familiar figure in the kitchen, all her fear and tension immediately vanished.
Because that figure was more familiar to her than anyone else, and it couldn't have reassured her more.
Ziyang.
But hadn't he already left? Why did he return?
