Her sixth sense told her that Chu Changge probably wasn't in this room.
But Willow Not Supporting Wind wanted to see for herself. Only by doing so could she put her mind at ease; otherwise, she would feel as if something was missing.
As she was thinking this, she slowly approached the slightly ajar door and peeked in.
It seemed there was nothing inside. At least, looking through the gap in the door, it appeared empty.
Everything in the office looked like it had been cleared out long ago, leaving only a worn-out table with peeling paint. Sunlight streamed in, and through it, a thick layer of dust was faintly visible on the table's surface.
"Is no one inside?" Willow Not Supporting Wind clung tightly to the paintings in her hands.
Despite her extreme tension, she didn't discard the paintings, even though holding them made it very inconvenient for her to move.
