Unlike the first floor, the hallway on the second floor was unusually quiet.
Lu Bochen had always liked peace and quiet, and the Lu family's servants all knew it. Whenever he rested in his room, they kept even their cleaning as quiet as possible.
Even so, Lu Xiaoxiao felt that the second floor was too quiet today, so quiet that her chest felt tight.
Lu Xiaoxiao pressed a hand to her chest and felt her heartbeat seem to quicken.
She couldn't help frowning and shaking her head, trying to shake off the discomfort.
...It was probably because everything had been so open and lively during these past few days of filming. Coming back to a quiet, enclosed space just took some getting used to. That was perfectly normal.
Explaining it to herself, Lu Xiaoxiao came to a stop outside Lu Bochen's door.
Knock, knock, knock.
She knocked on the door.
But even after waiting a long while, she heard no footsteps from inside.
"Huh?" Lu Xiaoxiao murmured in confusion. She knocked again and called to Lu Bochen, "Bochen? You're in there, right?"
The room remained silent.
"Are you asleep, Bochen? I'm coming in, okay?"
As the door slowly swung open, Lu Xiaoxiao saw that the room was pitch-black. The blackout curtains were tightly drawn, keeping out even the faintest sliver of light. The moment she stepped inside, it felt like sinking into a jar of thick ink, making even her breathing tighten.
How strange. Lu Bochen shouldn't like it this dark, should he? His favorite color was white!
The light spilling through the open doorway barely allowed Lu Xiaoxiao to make out the figure lying on the bed.
Lu Bochen seemed deeply asleep. Even though Lu Xiaoxiao had called him several times, he showed no sign of waking.
The boy's