The door opened and Zuo Yue walked in with the bag of fruits in her hand.
She subconsciously looked at the bedroom on the first floor and saw that the bedroom door was open. It was very quiet.
Her awkward mood was suppressed by the silence. She looked around and walked over.
There was no one in the bedroom. The blanket on the bed was not folded, but it was not very messy. It seemed that the person who was sleeping on it had woken up and ignored everything in the bedroom.
Zuo Yue looked for a while and had doubts in her heart.
He was so sick yesterday and even fainted. He couldn't have gotten out of bed and walked around in just a day. Could he have even gone out?
