Outside the door, beneath the dim yellow light in the corridor, stood Yu Tianheng, who had just returned, looking weary and gloomy.
He had obviously just come back from outside. Perhaps he had been discussing what came next with Qin Ming, or perhaps he had gone out alone to clear his head.
At that moment, he was looking at Dugu Yan, who had just emerged from Tang Yin's room, her hair slightly disheveled and her eyes red and swollen, and at Tang Yin, whose expression was calm inside the room.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Yu Tianheng's gaze shifted back and forth between Dugu Yan and Tang Yin. The weariness in his eyes quickly gave way to shock, then confusion, and finally a deep, murky gloom.
In the dead of night, Dugu Yan had come out of Tang Yin's room alone, looking like that... How could he not read more into it?
Dugu Yan froze too. A flash of panic crossed her face, and she instinctively tried to explain. "Tianheng, I..."
"Don't bother." Yu Tianheng raised a hand to stop her, his voice somewhat hoarse.
He looked at Dugu Yan deeply. His gaze held disappointment, pain, and a trace of weary understanding.
Then he looked at Tang Yin, his expression impossible to read.
In the end, he said nothing. He merely nodded slightly to them both, then walked right past them toward his own room.
His figure cast a long, lonely shadow beneath the lights.
"Tianheng!" Dugu Yan cried out, wanting to chase after him, but his figure had already disappeared.
She stood rooted to the spot, her face turning pale, then red.
Tang Yin watched Yu Tianheng's retreating back, then glanced at Dugu Yan, who was flustered and at a loss. He understood.
This misunderstanding had gotten