Room 13 is an austere dormitory, with cold wind pouring in through the open glass windows, the white curtains fluttering in the breeze, the bedding on the plain iron bed stacked neatly, and the most eye-catching being a birch bookshelf, with an impressively organized array of books, exuding a strong scent of ink.
The room is white, and the girl is just as white, almost melting into the sunlight.
"Please have a seat."
The girl obediently stands like a doll, giving up the only wooden chair, her face expressionless as if carved from ice and her pale pupils almost transparent in the sunlight, her skin as white and clear as crystal ice, making her waterfall-like black hair stand out even more.
When she stood up, she was probably around one meter sixty tall.
Her long white dress billows out, her slender and frail figure resembling a Lianhua.
It indeed should have been a beautiful scene, but Lu Bu'er felt it was somewhat incongruous.
To him, the room gave an uncomfortable feeling.
