The front door opened with a soft creak, revealing an interior that was clean, quiet, and faintly scented with old wood. Dust was noticeably absent, suggesting the house had been carefully looked after even after its owners had moved away. The man stepped inside first, followed by Su Wanyan, Mo Xingxue, and the cameraman.
Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, casting warm, golden rectangles across the polished tile floor and making the empty rooms feel larger and more open than they truly were.
"The previous owners of this house moved away just a week ago," the man said suddenly, his voice as flat and even as ever.
Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue, still holding tightly onto one another's hands, simply nodded at the information, more focused on looking around curiously.
