In addition, there were books.
One on the left, one on the right, like shared bikes scattered throughout the city, invisible if you don't pay attention, but once you start looking, they're everywhere.
The comforter on the bed was a very pale purple, with a minimalist style.
"What are you doing?" Gu Ran pulled Qingyan back as she began to open the wardrobe.
"Everyone said we could look around as we pleased," Qingyan defended with an air of it being the most natural thing in the world.
"First off, only Xiaoxiao said so, and this is Chen's room; second, it's to look, not to search."
"First, Chen didn't object when Xiaoxiao said it, which counts as consent by default; second, Xiaoxiao said 'we've already cleaned up the place,' which obviously means we can rummage through it."
Having said that, she pulled hard, freeing her arm from Gu Ran's palm.
She opened Chen's wardrobe, and the clothes she had seen on Chen before were all hanging inside.
