As if a fire was burning her palm, Gu Nianzhi held the key card and a bunch of keys in her hand.
Without saying anything, she pushed open the car door and got out, then chased after him.
"Professor He! Professor He!"
He Zhichu heard her shout, but he didn't stop. Instead, he kept running towards the gates of his villa.
The five-hundred-meter walk was neither too long nor too short. He Zhichu reached his door first. He took out his key card, and the cherry-wood door slid open. He entered the house and slammed the door shut.
He leaned against the door, then looked up and took a deep breath. He looked at the empty hall in front of him, and at the crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.
Like a sky full of stars falling into his eyes, the crystals sparkled in his dark, watery eyes.
Gu Nianzhi had already reached the door. She pounded on it and shouted, "Professor He! Open the door! Professor He, you can't do this!"
