The room was dark and enclosed, its only light coming from the single door ahead.
The light fell upon his pristine white suit, seeming to coat it in a soft glow.
But Jiang Zheyu had been staring into the darkness for so long that the sight of the glowing white suit was jarring and uncomfortable.
She lowered her gaze slightly, avoiding the piercing light. Her dark hair, damp with sweat, fell forward with the movement of her head.
Si Yu slowly approached and crouched before her. He stroked her cheek, his voice unhurried. "Why is your face covered in so much sweat?"
Jiang Zheyu: ...
'Is he playing dumb? Doesn't he know what he did to me?'
'He drugged me, so what's with the questions now?'
Though she thought this, she certainly didn't have the courage to say it out loud.
Besides, Jiang Zheyu felt that while Si Yu's tone was light and airy, it carried an undercurrent of madness and gloom beneath its calm surface.
