After he pressed his fingerprint, he opened the villa door and walked in.
Click. A very soft sound as the door closed.
Chi Cheng had lived here for so many years that even with the lights dim all around, he could still effortlessly avoid every obstacle, follow the spiral staircase and reach An Ran's bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom door was locked.
But that didn't trouble him at all.
Chi Cheng took out a key, opened the door to An Ran's room, and pushed it open gently.
The little girl was lying on the bed, her breathing steady.
Chi Cheng just stood there quietly looking at her, watching for a long, long time.
She was sleeping very soundly, not moving at all, her cheek resting on the back of her own hand.
Chi Cheng's gaze lingered over every inch of her small face, and in the end, settled on her lips.
In the soundless air, a thin mist seemed to rise, hazy with something ambiguous, stripping his rationality away bit by bit.
He clearly knew he couldn't.
