He stumbled over to the coffee table, his steps unsteady, and with trembling hands, opened the plastic bag.
When he found the two sets of clothes at the bottom, the tips of his ears burned with a deep flush.
Shi Weiqing took a deep breath, as if he were holding something scorching hot, unable to muster the courage to look at them again.
He knocked twice on the door, but his throat seemed to choke up: "Um…"
After a few seconds of silence, a faint 'click' sounded.
Yu Zhi pressed herself against the door, extending one hand out from the gap.
A faint white mist wafted forward, and Shi Weiqing's gaze lingered on her porcelain-white lotus-like arm for two seconds before hurriedly shoving the items into her hand and turning away in a panic.
He tried to steady his breathing, but the earlier scene seemed etched into his memory, lingering stubbornly.
