The first thing he did after returning was to check the room. He examined the placement of several items specifically, leaving marks on a few useless notebooks on the table, while he hid his truly important notes. After inspecting, he confirmed that no one had entered during his absence.
After resting for a moment, he walked to the window and looked out through a corner of the curtain; the sky had darkened, not with clouds, but with the coming of night.
For some reason, Yang Xiao always felt a chill on his body, the kind that felt eerily cold. He wrapped himself with a bed quilt while sitting on his bed, but still couldn't stop shivering.
