Startled, Fei Chuan opened it and found Bei Sangyun's phone. The screen lit up, displaying an incoming call—from Lin Sunji.
He froze for a moment, tension gripping his body. A possibility formed in his mind, one that made his chest tighten.
He took a deep breath, retrieved the phone, and answered the call.
"Hey, where are you? Why did you leave without changing?" Lin Sunji's voice came through immediately, her tone laced with confusion.
Fei Chuan's eyes swept the room, searching for any additional clues. He made his way to the bathroom, his voice steady yet firm. "It's me. Bei Sangyun left her purse—and her phone."
"...Fei Chuan?" Lin Sunji replied, her voice tinged with surprise.
"Can you check with your brother if Bei Sangyun left?" Fei Chuan asked, his gaze landing on the empty hanger where the robe had been. The floor was damp, and steam clung to the glass sliding door. His eyes flickered.
Bei Sangyun had taken a bath here.
