Bologue put down the phone, sitting back on the sofa expressionlessly. The room was quiet, a dim light emanated from the sky outside the window. On the radio, Dudel's program had concluded a few minutes ago.
Everything was very quiet, quiet except for Bologue's steady breathing. This silence lasted for several seconds, and Bologue's expression quickly melted, his lips barely curled up to reveal joy.
"Finally... it's about to begin."
Bologue let out a long sigh, his whole body relaxed, evenly spreading out on the sofa.
He tried to relax, his muscles could loosen, but his spirit couldn't escape, increasingly intense emotions crashed around in his mind, making his body slightly heated.
Bologue felt a bit stifled in his chest. He pulled open his collar to breathe more smoothly, then cast his gaze toward the sand table in front of him.
