The attic seemed to be inhabited solely by Bai Chuwei, so it was very quiet up there.
As Tong Yunrou ascended to the attic, she faintly detected the bitter scent of traditional medicine permeating the third floor. She instinctively covered her nose, her expression one of distaste.
Because Xue Qiu was active around the house, Bai Chuwei hadn't locked the door.
With a gentle twist of the doorknob, Tong Yunrou found it could be opened, and her heart leaped with joy. She could get in.
Xue Qiu, who was inside frantically gobbling up potato chips, was utterly shocked. Did she really dare to come in?
Tong Yunrou cautiously pushed open the door and proceeded inside, her gaze anxiously scanning the décor of Bai Chuwei's bedroom.
It was no different from an ordinary female student's bedroom: a single small bed, a desk by the balcony, and beside it, a bookshelf.
Other than the potent smell of traditional medicine, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
