Joyce Shaw returned to the apartment she and her wild sister rented, it was already half past eleven at night.
He wanted to give her a surprise, so he didn't call in advance.
Their rented apartment was at South Fourth Ring, a one-bedroom with a living room, more than fifty square meters, very spacious, enough for two people.
Walking in the hallway, Joyce found that the sensor light seemed broken, so the hallway was pitch dark.
He suddenly felt a bit guilty.
The environment here wasn't too great, leaving his wild sister, a newly graduated female college student, here alone; he didn't know if she worried about safety at night.
Thinking this, Joyce took out the key to open the door.
The key slid into the keyhole, aligned with a pull and a twist, the door opened.
Joyce pushed the door open, and suddenly a gust of wind came at him.
He quickly sidestepped to avoid it, casually hit the wall switch, and shouted: "Wild sister! It's me!"