The Old Task Force's Room 14 returned to a frozen silence. Only the sound of Shang Jianyao's breathing could be heard.
Shang Jianyao had already experienced such a situation last time. However, Jiang Baimian had said that she would stay next door and not leave.
In the impenetrable darkness, Shang Jianyao seemed to have adapted quite a bit. He surprisingly didn't feel any fear.
He thought for a moment and left his seat. He circled around the corner of the table based on his memories and came to the relatively empty sofa area. He then slowly sat down, sat on the cold ground, and crossed his legs.
In the frozen darkness, Shang Jianyao maintained this posture. He raised his right hand and massaged his temples.
He quickly lowered his head and fell asleep sitting down.
Unable to maintain his balance, Shang Jianyao's body tilted to the side bit by bit until he leaned against the sofa, his head leaning against the armrest.