As Jing Jing left, Sofia easily sauntered to the doorway. Her hand grabbed the door handle to lock her door while Heiz remained seated on the couch. Both were ready to take their rest for the night. The comfortable silence instantly surrounded the place.
After the clicking sound of the door lock that disrupted the silence, Sofia brushed her hair and gathered them in a ponytail. Yet few short strands escaped from her grip and freely swayed on her face.
Sofia stopped near her doorway for a moment. Her right hand remained to hold her hair and her eyes stared at the floor. She seemed to be engrossed in her own thoughts. It lasted for a minute before her eyes finally blinked and she heaved a soft and contented sigh and put her right hand down.