Since she couldn't rely on someone else's eyes, Zhu Yu decided it was more reliable to count on herself.
She thought hard, carefully recalling the process of entering that small wooden building twice, not missing any details that she might have seen but overlooked at the time.
Suddenly, a scene from her memory flashed by, and Zhu Yu sharply captured it, instantly feeling invigorated.
"I thought of a detail." She sat up straight, her eyes reflecting the flame of the oil lamp, looking bright and shining, "The first time we went in, we were in a hurry and didn't notice much.
But after recalling in detail just now, I remembered that the second time we sneaked in, there was a strand of cobweb next to the door, slanting across from the top of the door.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but recalling it just now, it felt a bit odd.
