"Fishwort," Su Ming'an repeated.
"This pot of fishwort is already dead," Noel said. "Who keeps plants under the bed? Without sunlight, of course it's dead."
Su Ming'an set it on the windowsill. Rin Guang's entire room was gloomy, with only a few strands of sunlight spilling onto the windowsill.
"There's still a drawer over there you haven't checked. He must have anticipated your arrival and left something for you," Noel said. "Perhaps it's related to the Perfect Pass."
Su Ming'an turned and pulled open the bedside cabinet drawer.
The first drawer was filled with stacked Spring Festival couplets, probably written by Rin Guang, all in crooked and twisted handwriting.
In the second drawer, there was a safe freezer. When Su Ming'an pulled it open, it was full of bright red strawberries, apparently still unspoiled.
The third drawer contained a folded Hanfu costume, alongside several unfinished luozi.
These were all traces left by Rin Guang, each item forming a part of his life.
