When Han Zixin reached home, the apartment was lightened up. He remembered that there was an automatic mechanism in the house where the lights would switch off when the door was locked. If it was switched on, it meant someone entered. Who could it be? He knew who it could be as only one more person had access to the apartment apart from him. And it did not take him much time to find that person sleeping on the couch in the living room as if waiting for him. He saw that she had put bandages and applied medicine on her scratches. It was a little relieving to him.
He went straight to his room, without stopping by her. He wanted to be gentle with her but the rage inside him was stopping him from coming closer to her. He was scared that he might end up doing something that he might regret later. He entered the room and shut the door behind him.
