An Ji lay on the sofa, his hand dangling from the sofa, fingertips just touching the scattered papers on the floor.
His amber eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above, the shattered light shimmering in his eyes like scattered diamonds, radiant and bright.
Ding dong---
An Ji looked toward the room door.
Are those people coming to trouble him this late?
Ding dong---
An Ji got up from the sofa, stepped over the scattered papers on the floor, and went to open the door.
There was no one outside, but two bags were left at the door.
An Ji frowned and looked down the hallway, an empty corridor without a single person.
After a while, An Ji squatted down and poked at the plastic bags.
The plastic bags were not filled with disgusting things as An Ji imagined, but rather several delicate little boxes, looking like late-night snacks.
An Ji squatted there for a while and finally picked up the two bags and entered the room.
