Jing Xiaocha stayed in Zhang Minghui's room for a long time, until Zhang Minghui fell asleep, and then she returned to her own room.
During this time, Wen Jin neither came to find her nor called her.
Jing Xiaocha saw that it was already ten o'clock and thought that Wen Jin might have gone back to his room to sleep.
However, when she pushed open the door to her room, she saw Wen Jin still sitting on the edge of the bed, with her notebook on his lap, deeply absorbed in it.
Even when she entered, Wen Jin didn't notice.
Jing Xiaocha was taken aback and called out in surprise, "Brother Wen, why are you still here?"
Only then did Wen Jin lift his head to look at her, his eyes as dark as ink under the light, clear and deep. Meeting her gaze, he smiled lightly, his voice gently spilling from his thin lips, "I'm reading your novel."
Upon hearing this, Jing Xiaocha's eyes shifted slightly.
"It's very well written, rich in emotion."
