Chapter 1809
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In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the bar, there was no one in the desolate and desolate studio.
It was so dark that there was not a trace of light in the room.
The youth's body was motionless as he hugged his knees and curled up in the corner. His hair and body were covered in a layer of white mist like spider webs.
Next to the youth's hand was a phone that had run out of battery. The room was filled with messy manuscripts. Ink, paper and pens were scattered all over the floor. The wind blew through the window, and the sound of the manuscripts rustling alone echoed in the empty room …
When Ning Xi and Lu Tingxiao arrived at Ze Ling's studio, the lights were off. It was pitch black, and there wasn't even a single sound.
"Is Ah Ze here?" Ning Xi asked uncertainly.
This place gave people the feeling that no one had lived in it for many years.
Later, when Ze Ling had expanded and moved to a big company, only Gong Shangze was used to creating here. He said that this was the only place where he could get inspiration. Ning Xi didn't force him. Could it be that he was still here after a year?
"According to the assistant, he locks himself here 24 hours a day," Lu Tingxiao answered.
Ning Xi's brows furrowed.
With a creak, Lu Tingxiao escorted Ning Xi inside and reached out to push open the door of the design studio.
He fumbled for the switch on the side, 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 was filled with manuscripts. Just from the manuscripts that had been abandoned halfway through, from the messy lines and the scratches on the paper cups, she could see what kind of painful struggle the owner had gone through.
And in the corner of the room, the youth was curled up in a dark corner. His body was motionless, as if he had already died along with the entire room.
Before coming, Ning Xi had already prepared herself that Gong Shangze's situation might not be too good, but she never expected to see such a heart-wrenching scene after coming.
Even when she had scissored him on the streets of Luo City, even though he had been a dirty beggar, he would still speak eloquently to the clothes she was wearing. But the person in front of her seemed to have had all his talent cruelly taken away. In one night, he had gone from a favored son of heaven to a useless mortal …
Like a child abandoned by God, who had lost all faith …
The young man didn't realize that someone had come. Ning Xi didn't even know if he was awake.
After a long time, Ning Xi finally recovered from the heart-wrenching scene. She took a deep breath and walked to the young man step by step.
Ning Xi slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand, and carefully brushed away the cobwebs on the young man's hair, as though she was afraid of startling him, and called out very softly, "Ah Ze …"
The moment Ning Xi's voice sounded, the young man's motionless body trembled slightly, as if a storm had struck the depths of his soul.
"Ze … I'm back …"
Mechanically, the young man raised his head that was buried in his knees bit by bit. In the darkness, his numb and empty eyes were staring at Ning Xi like a deep pool of dead silence.
The next second, the young man covered his eyes with his arm.
Then Ning Xi saw big drops of tears falling on the manuscript on the floor, staining the colors and lines full of pain …
The young man didn't say anything. He didn't even make a sound. Just like that, he covered his eyes with his arm and kept crying.
Ning Xi had never seen a grown man cry like this. She also didn't know that a grown man could have so many tears. Seeing that she had made him cry the moment she came, she instantly panicked and turned to look at Lu Tingxiao helplessly. "Uh, sweetheart … what should I do?"
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