Considering that Zhang Zhicheng would be asleep by now, Chen Xuan took out his key and opened the door as quietly as he could.
Once inside, he found the living room brightly lit. Zhang Zhicheng, that delicate and lovely young lady, was sitting on the sofa with her chin resting in her hands. Her eyes were fixed on the empty air, dark and pensive, as if she were deep in thought.
Seeing Zhang Zhicheng in such a state touched a soft spot in Chen Xuan’s heart. He knew that this young woman must be missing him, and she was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed him entering the room.
Chapter 1793