The tightly shut doors sealed off the outside noise, creating a silent atmosphere.

Carrying Tuntun, Yaoyao casually sat down on the steps, her slender hand ruffling Tuntun’s shaggy head before pulling its ear into all kinds of shapes. Her cold, beautiful face was still pretty much emotionless, but Zhou Yuan could sense that she was not in a good mood.

He walked over, sat down beside her and placed her hand on his own. He did not speak, silently keeping her company.

Yaoyao leaned over, placing her face on Zhou Yuan’s shoulder. After a long time, she finally said in a soft voice, “While you and Tuntun weren’t around, I felt myself becoming less and less human, and I just can’t seem to care much anymore...

“Do you know that I’ve even...