The suitcase was opened.
A few clean white breast wraps were placed in the suitcase.
The answer was self-evident.
Li Nanheng looked at those things, leaned down, picked up the cloth strips, looked at them, and put them back quietly. Then he closed the suitcase and pushed it back under the bed.
Squatting by the bed, he slowly turned his eyes to the bathroom, then got up and walked over. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and saw some toiletries placed there. The bathroom was full of a light fragrance, which was unique to Feng Ling.
Turning to look at the table next to it, the man opened the drawer with one hand. Sure enough, he saw a pack of sanitary napkins, white and soft, lying in the drawer. A secret that was hidden for years suddenly came out.
She was a woman.
Next door.
