The moment Jiang Zheyu knocked, the door immediately swung open.
"I was just about to come find you." Su Yan smiled gently as he opened the door and saw Jiang Zheyu standing there.
He held the door open for Jiang Zheyu. "Come in. What can I do for you, Yu Yu?"
The lights were on, giving Jiang Zheyu her first clear look at Su Yan's room. It was simple and stark.
A row of black curtains, a soft white bed, a row of wardrobes, and a simple desk with some books and pens on it.
The room's color scheme was monotonous—nothing more than black and white.
In stark contrast to the black-and-white room, Su Yan had a head of neat, short red hair, but his personality was calm and reserved, a foil to the fiery color.
Those red eyes of his always watched her with a calm, accepting gaze.
Jiang Zheyu slowly walked into Su Yan's room and sat down on the edge of his soft bed.
