Han Xiusi asked a servant about the location of Lu Xiaoyou's room, then he ascended the stairs and walked towards the room at the very end of the corridor.
The door to the room was ajar, and Han Xiusi stood at the doorway, peering inside.
This room faced an unfavorable direction, and after autumn arrived, it was chillingly cold inside. Lu Xiaoyou's room appeared as if it hadn't been lived in for a long time, with very worn furnishings.
Han Xiusi found it strange that there could be such a run-down room within the Zhu Family villa. The surface of the wardrobe inside was even peeling off a layer, and yet the Zhu Family hadn't thrown it away.
A musty odor wafted through the room. Within this musty smell, there were also threads of a strange fragrance drifting about.
Han Xiusi sniffed and realized the fragrance was quite pleasant.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure. He turned his head and saw Lu Xiaoyou coming out of another room.
"Brother Xiusi."
