"Mhm, I'll hang up now."
Ji Ziming rubbed his temple as he spoke to the person over the line.
Although his voice did not have that hint of lethargy, one could see that he was tired from the way he scrunched up his forehead.
Once he hung up, the corridor returned to its quietude, as if no one were there at all.
Tak, tak, tak! Soft footsteps could be heard.
It quickly stopped again, however.
"What are you doing here?" He stopped walking and narrowed his dark eyes at Pei Ge, who was standing at the bend.
When he saw her lost and confused look, an almost unnoticeable guilt permeated his face.
"I…" She regained her senses at the sound of his voice.
She glanced up at the man standing in front of her.
Noting his cold and indifferent expression, her heart involuntarily ached.
Was that gentle expression I just saw only my imagination?
