"It's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Jackson Sully was slightly stunned, his hand gripping the door handle for a long while without speaking.
It was almost eleven o'clock, why would he come?
Neither of them took the initiative to speak, separated by a room door, as time passed every minute and every second.
A few minutes passed, Jackson Sully licked his lips and spoke again, "It's late, is there something wrong?"
Shane Winchester involuntarily frowned, seeming to dislike her estrangement, and his tone also became colder, "Open the door."
Jackson Sully did not do as he said, instead, she let go of the handle and leaned against the door.
She didn't know why he had come?
It was just that the night was deep, and meeting in such a situation with a man and a woman alone was indeed a bit awkward.
After waiting a long time without a response, Shane Winchester kicked the door in irritation and said with patience, "I will say it once more, open the door."
