The furnishings in the room were simple, with a small reception hall containing a table and chairs upon entry.
Passing through the reception hall and a few screens led to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, there was an old-fashioned wooden bed, with a wardrobe beside it, and directly opposite the window stood a wooden vanity table.
On the vanity table, there were several photo frames.
Lu Xiao picked up a photo frame, his eyes somewhat hazy.
In the photo, a young couple nestled together, faces brimming with happy smiles.
In the woman's arms, there was an infant.
On the infant's left forearm, there was a small patch of red birthmark.
Lu Xiao lifted his left hand, the birthmark still there, just faded a bit from his childhood.
"So it turns out, I take after my mom," Lu Xiao said, looking at the photo and letting out a soft chuckle, although his eyes reddened even as he smiled.
He was actually quite mischievous as a child.
