However, once downstairs, Lin Ze couldn't help but stop in his tracks. He gently calmed his slightly ragged breathing from walking fast, as well as the undeniable, near-jubilant heartbeat in his chest. One, two, three...
Every beat was laden with secret joy and a faint, nervous flutter. Lin Ze gripped the bouquet of roses a little tighter and slowly walked up the steps, finally stopping at the door. He took out his keys and turned the lock.
Before the door could even be pushed open, his gaze was already eagerly searching for that figure. In the empty living room, only a floor lamp stood, casting a warm orange halo in the darkness. Where was she?
Chapter 71