After an unknown amount of time had passed, the door creaked open, and Lin Junyang walked out of the room. The living room was pitch dark, with only the faint glow from the electronic appliances.
By the moonlight shining through the window, he glanced at the guest room separated from his by a door. His dark eyes flickered with faint lights, carrying inexplicable emotions.
A moment later, he moved his steps, somewhat dejectedly walking downstairs step by step.
He turned on the lamp at the stairway. The dining table had already been cleared. The duty maid living on the first floor heard the noise, opened the door, and quickly walked over when she saw Lin Junyang. "Young Master, do you want a late-night snack?"
The maid knew Lin Junyang hadn't come down for dinner and assumed he was hungry.
Lin Junyang glanced at the medicine box on the coffee table, and the garbage bin beside it, which had bloodstained alcohol swabs.
