Cheng Mo led Lin Yan swiftly to a private double-tier room.
Lin Yan stood at the entrance as she peered inside.
The room's design was luxurious and vintage. It felt dark and cold, and there was a broken coffee table lying on the floor. The shattered remains of a vase were nearby, and a painting hung lopsided on the wall. There were other broken furniture and ornaments as well.
The whole room was in disarray. She wondered what had happened…
A young man with wavy hair was sitting on the couch with a lollipop in his mouth.
Meanwhile, a girl in a tight black suit paced around the room, looking solemn and anxious.
Another young man was leaning against the staircase opposite the entrance. His long black hair had been tied up using some sort of shiny metallic hair tie. In the pocket of his plum-red blazer was a white tulip.
The tulip's petals had almost all been plucked off, except for some withered ones.
