"Someone?" Shen Nianzu turned to him in surprise. "Is it Qing Mo?"
But Jin Jiuchi slowly shook his head. "No, it smells different…" He pressed his lips together and his expression turned somber. "How can this be…"
Shen Nianzu very seldom saw Jin Jiuchi like this, and everytime he did, it always gave him an ominous premonition. Who was it? Who could have visited his secluded villa, whose scent Jin Jiuchi could not even discern clearly?
Apart from Qing Mo, the only people who knew he lived here were his parents. Could it be them? But it was not like them to drop by all of a sudden without prior notice. Just as Shen Nianzu was pondering over this problem, he saw Jin Jiuchi looking around at his feet like a hound before fixing his gaze on a corner gap of the door. "Nian'er, look!"
He bent down to retrieve something and showed it to Shen Nianzu, confused. "What is this?"
