Clo did not stop him but simply watched Jiang Shu's figure growing increasingly distant. He pondered for a moment before turning and walking toward the deeper darkness on the other side.
Jiang Shu poked his head out and looked toward the fork in the path to his left, but there was no one in sight.
There was just a closed door and a faint light coming through a small window.
He slowly approached and soon reached the door, peering into the small window.
In the first instant of his gaze, there was only one word in Jiang Shu's heart.
Chaos.
The room was simply furnished, much like a bachelor's apartment, with its sole characteristic being untidiness—and a familiar kind of messiness at that.
Jiang Shu often cleaned Sister Ruo's room and knew well that even though her room was messy, there was order in the disarray.
For instance, there was no trash in the bin, no clothes in the wardrobe, no blankets on the bed, and so on.
