In summer, he sheathed his saber,
He didn't want to meet the demons here, so he rushed out of the door just now.
He did not want to see blood here, so he used the knife to block all the blood that would have spilled on the ground.
Then, he walked into the bedroom nervously and looked around.
There was a zither on the long table by the window. He reached out and stroked it, and the sound was still leisurely.
On the other side, there was a bronze mirror and top-grade rouge. He could imagine his mother sitting there, dressed up and looking forward to the future.
Beside the bed was a pair of gold-embroidered shoes. The shoes were placed unevenly, and Xia Ji bent down to make them line up.
As he walked, he looked around. Suddenly, he saw a small embroidered sachet under the pillow.
He reached out and took it out.
Suddenly, his heart twitched.
The word "Ji" was crookedly embroidered on the small sachet.
