The knocking sound repeated, vibrating through the walls of the Madhouse.
Wu Ze and Liu Yan swallowed hard, then threw a sharp glance at An Lang.
A heavy sense of distress fell on An Lang as he shifted glances with them. "What?" he asked, taking slow steps toward his bed.
Without saying a word, Wu Ze moved a step back. She looked at her silhouette through the nightwear she wore, then grabbed a blue gown that she had placed on top of the pillow.
After An Lang had worn his morning drills outfit, he lifted his head, watched the closed door, and let out a long sigh.
"Fine. You want me to open the door, right?" he asked, nearing the door before anyone could respond to his question.
He grabbed the handle, turned toward Wu Ze's direction while opening it, and whispered, "If anything good comes, know that I will—" He paused, swallowed the remaining words, then froze.
