The door slowly opened.
A dim corridor light leaked in through the crack in the door, opening a narrow strip of light in the darkness.
A figure stood at the door, her outline vague, but she exuded a familiar... Moist earthy smell.
"Have you really decided to write yourself off?"
That voice is all too familiar to me.
It's Lu Jinshu.
Shen Yan's face was as white as death.
