The footsteps gradually faded away, but Bu Qing's breathing grew heavier. They were enveloped in the Dark, unable to see each other's faces or expressions.
Chuzheng confirmed that the person had walked far away and released the young man, "Did you get beaten when you came back today?"
The young man shrank into the darkness, his breaths becoming gradually weaker, as if he were a non-existent entity.
Chuzheng: "..." What's wrong with you, kid?
"What were you doing in that room just now?" Chuzheng asked again.
The young man abruptly lifted his head, and in the Dark, Chuzheng could feel his gaze.
His breathing was slightly out of control, perhaps not expecting his actions to be noticed by someone.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Chuzheng reassured him with a couple of words.
The young man's breathing gradually calmed down.
Chuzheng felt a bit of a headache, "I'll take you back to your room first."
