Cheng Yu's gaze slowly swept across the room, inspecting the cabinet, behind the curtains, and the corners—no one was there.
Eventually, her attention settled on the window, where she examined the traces left by something used to pry it open.
Although the bed had been made, the pattern of the sheets had changed from before.
Cheng Yu had a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
So she remembered many small details very clearly and would repeatedly confirm them in her mind.
All of this indicated that someone had been in her room.
The purpose, for the time being, was unknown!
One thing was certain, the person hadn't come for money.
Because her luggage was in order, and her wallet was on the table, untouched.
They must have come specifically for her.
The intruder probably didn't want her to know of their existence yet, but seemed unable to suppress some inner urgency.
This was a contradiction!
