Huo Yunxiao pushed open the old door and walked up to the attic. Han Cheng held a flashlight to light the way for him. Huo Yunxiao stood in the narrow attic, his voice trembling slightly, "Is this where she's hiding?"
Han Cheng nodded, "Yes, it seems like someone has been living here."
Huo Yunxiao looked around the narrow and dark attic. There was an old and even moldy bed, a set of paint-peeled tables and chairs. Most importantly, there was a bundle of blood-stained gauze on the ground. The blood on the gauze had already coagulated, but it was not difficult to see how serious her injuries were, otherwise she wouldn't have used so much gauze.
There was also a torn packaging paper with "Instant Sandwich" written in Sally's language, and "No Ham" marked on the back. Huo Yunxiao felt his heart tighten. His girl loved the food from Xiaoxiang Pavilion so much that she always missed it when she ate in front of him. Even if she wasn't picky, had she ever eaten these things?
