It was a replica of the room that Huo Yunshen and Jing Xi used to live in, down to every detail. No one had ever entered the room except for Huo Yunshen himself.
Looking at the things inside, Jing Xi had a weird sense of familiarity.
It was as if she had seen the same room before.
But she could not remember when.
When she saw the half-knitted sweater that was on the bed, she walked over and picked it up as if she was possessed.
It was a sweater meant for a little child.
The weirdest part was when she touched the needle, she began to continue knitting the undone sweater.
But she couldn't stop herself.
Since Jing Xi was too absorbed in what she was doing, she didn't notice someone was closing in from behind.
Huo Yunshen was working busily when one of the servants told him that someone had entered the forbidden room.
