Inside, there was an ordinary plate with a small key lying quietly—the key he had thrown away and retrieved again.
The man leaned against the headboard, his expression complicated as he touched the key. After a while, he put it back and locked the cabinet.
He had been lying down for too long, his body stiff; he lifted the blanket, intending to get up, but for some reason, he lay back down again.
Meanwhile, in the Haunted House next door.
Xia Yuxun enjoyed a comfortable shower, then tossed all her clothes onto the bed, but couldn't decide on an outfit after brooding for a long time.
Especially the underwear, since she came in a hurry, she only brought three sets, all very conservative styles.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools. It seemed she would have to find time to shop for some.
Wondering if Tang Jue had woken up, Xia Yuxun thought about how to deal with him if he was awake, while quickly dressing and heading out.
