Entering Su Chaoyang's room and turning on the lights, she had stepped into his personal realm for the first time in many years, scrutinizing the furnishings attentively.
The room was not much different from hers, it's just because she was a girl, her room was adorned with dolls and figures, photos hung on the walls, lending it a cozier feel.
His room, perhaps because it had not been lived in for four years, and he himself only stayed for a few days this year, emitted an air of settled loneliness, producing an inexplicable sorrow in her heart.
The room was tidied spotlessly, and the quilt was folded into a square shape, showing the same habits he had in the military life.
Scanning the room, Mu Xiangwan could not help but frown. No matter when, he appeared to be so serious and meticulous.
Didn't he ever feel tired?
