In stark contrast to the bustling and noisy bar, the studio is empty and desolate.
The room was so dark that there was not a single ray of light.
The young man huddled in the corner, hugging his knees, without moving a muscle. His hair and body were covered with a layer of white mist-like spider webs.
Next to the young man was a dead cell phone. The room was filled with scattered manuscripts, ink, paper, and pens. The wind blew through the window, and the rustling sound of the manuscripts echoed in the empty room...
When Ning Xi and Lu Tingxiao arrived at Ze Ling's studio, the lights were off and the entire studio was completely dark. There was not even a trace of human voice.
"Is Aze here?" Ning Xi asked uncertainly.
This place feels like it has been uninhabited for many years.
Later, when Ze Ling became big, they moved to a big company. Only Gong Shangze was still used to creating here, saying that he could only get inspiration here. Ning Xi didn't force him. Could it be that a year had passed, and he was still here
"According to his assistant, he locks himself up here 24 hours a day. He needs to read books and do not need to read books," Lu Tingxiao replied.
Ning Xi frowned upon hearing this.
With a creaky sound, Lu Tingxiao escorted Ning Xi inside and pushed open the door of the design studio.
He fumbled and pressed the switch next to him, and the light bulb above his head flickered a few times, emitting a faint light.
The moment she saw the room clearly, Ning Xi's pupils suddenly contracted.
The room is full of manuscripts. Just from those manuscripts that were abandoned halfway through, from the messy lines, and from the marks left on torn paper cups, you can tell what kind of painful struggle the owner is going through.
In a corner of the room, the young man was curled up in a dark corner, his body motionless, as if he had died along with the whole house.
Before coming, Ning Xi had been prepared that Gong Shangze's condition might not be good, but she never expected to see such a heartbreaking scene after arriving.
Even when she slashed him on the streets of Los Angeles, even though he was a dishevelled beggar, he still talked about the clothes on her body. But the man in front of her seemed to have had all his talents cruelly taken away, and he went from being a favored child of heaven to a worthless mortal overnight...
Like a child abandoned by God, who has lost all faith...
The young man didn't realize someone had arrived, and Ning Xi didn't even know if he was still awake.
It was unknown how long it had passed before Ning Xi finally came back to her senses from the heart-wrenching scene. She took a deep breath and walked towards the young man step by step.
Ning Xi slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand, and carefully brushed away the spider webs on the young man's hair. As if afraid of disturbing him, she called out in a very soft voice, "Aze..."
The moment Ning Xi's voice rang out, the young man's motionless body trembled ever so slightly, as if a raging storm had hit the depths of his soul.
"Aze... I'm back..."
The young man mechanically raised his head from his knees little by little, and stared at Ning Xi with his numb and empty eyes in the darkness like a deep pool of dead silence.
The next second, the young man covered his eyes with his arms.
Then Ning Xi saw big tears falling onto the manuscript on the floor, staining the colors and lines filled with pain...
The young man said nothing, not even a sound. He just covered his eyes with his arms, tears streaming down his face.
Ning Xi had never seen a grown man cry like this before, nor had she ever known that a grown man could have so many tears in his eyes. Seeing that she had made him cry as soon as she arrived, she panicked and turned her head to look at Lu Tingxiao helplessly, "Uh, darling... what should I do?"