He Zhiyao's body stiffened sharply.
Qin Shuang brushed open the door, not even turning back for a glance, before she strode in and quickly closed the door.
He Zhiyao silently watched the closed door, and after a long while, he walked over, gently set the cake down on the ground by the door, then turned to lean against the wall and stopped.
Like the few short visits to see her in the past, he could only stand at her door for a while before he had to hurry away.
But back then, he was invisible, and afraid of being seen, always only able to get close to her at dead of night, when she was staying in a hotel, and he would stand by her room's door.
There were a few times he traveled back and forth for twenty or thirty hours to return to Capital City, only able to stay for a while in his car downstairs in her apartment complex.
Unable to appear, unable to appear during the day, unable to appear in environments she was familiar with.