Creak...
The long-unopened door emitted a heart-wrenching sound.
Sunlight slanted into the room, casting a perfect rectangle on the floor, where dust filled the bright spot, and darkness reigned beyond.
Chu Anqing fanned away the floating dust in front of her face and coughed lightly:
"This... cough cough... this dust seems like no one has cleaned here for a long time."
Lin Xian nodded.
After Xu Yun's death, Ji Lin had come to China, which was already ten months ago. Ji Lin definitely hadn't visited in that time. Therefore, the dust in this room must have accumulated for at least a year, no wonder pushing the door stirred up such a choking wind.
The two stepped into the room and immediately felt a sudden drop in temperature.
Lin Xian found the light switch near the entrance, and pressed it.
Click.
The dim room finally brightened.
Looking around.
