The room smelled just like the living room.
Damp and suffocating.
Because the windows were all closed and properly sealed.
If someone were living here, the windows would surely be opened for some ventilation at this point.
Now, no one lives here.
Lian Xinying was not in the living room, nor in the bedroom.
On the large bed in the bedroom, the quilt was neatly folded, and the pillows were arranged well, with the bed sheet smoothed out without a wrinkle in sight.
At the instant Su Rong saw the bed, she thought of something severe and terrifying: she's gone!
Su Rong had stayed here before.
When she lived here, she never saw Lian Xinying fold the quilt.
Lian Xinying belonged to the kind of person who was rather lazy.
Perhaps because she was well cared for by the servants all along, she wasn't very fond of doing housework either.
