They entered their separate rooms and closed the doors.
Shen Yuan closed the door, his gaze sweeping across the room.
It was an exquisite and spacious lake-view room, offering a glimpse of West Lake through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Soft, warm sunlight filled the room, where dark wood furniture and a light-gray carpet created an atmosphere of understated luxury.
With a sigh of relief, he shrugged the backpack off his shoulder and tossed it onto the sofa by the window, then collapsed heavily onto the soft, large bed.
His hand unconsciously drifted to his chest, where his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Only now did Shen Yuan completely drop his facade.
The composure he had forced himself to maintain in front of Li Zhi instantly crumbled, and his taut nerves went slack like a snapped string.
In truth, the moment he stepped into the hotel with Li Zhi, his heart had already been pounding like a drum.
