Ling Baijia went to the hotel with a mixture of doubt and belief. The moment he pulled out the room card, he was still hesitating about what identity he should assume when facing the stranger inside.
The pads of his fingers rubbed against the cool magnetic card, which instantly made him sharply realize that something was very wrong. If they had arranged to meet, why give him a room card? Wouldn't it be simpler to just send him the room number? Ling Baijia took the card off the reader and gave a tentative knock on the door—no one answered. He knocked harder, but still there was no sound.
He had fallen for a trap. But screw it, since he was already here, no matter what, he needed to find out the outcome. Without hesitation, he directly opened the door. There was no one else to be seen in the room; only a person lying on the bed, with familiar clothes and a familiar face—the person he often dreamed of, the person who often looked down on him. Without realizing it, he closed the door and walked over. She was sleeping peacefully, with a girlish flush on her face.
Chapter 128