False Alarm?
Unaware of his thoughts, Wang Rouxi moved across her bedroom towards her walk-in closet. Xia Jiannan's eyes followed her every move, and he saw the door near her bedside table.
'That door must be the one leading to her walk-in closet,' he mused.
Xia Jiannan roamed his gaze around Wang Rouxi's room again. Even though it was not his first time here, he felt as though he was in a foreign room.
The damages done here were not as grievous as those downstairs, but it was enough to make this room look different from how it was the first time he had been here.
Bullet holes decorated the walls, cracks in glass windows created a web-like design, splinters of wood and concrete debris littered the ground, giving the room a "new" look.
A sigh escaped his dry lips, and he wetted them.
This was all his fault. He should not have come here.
"Is there something wrong?" That soft, mellifluous voice tore his attention away from these depressing things.