The entire staircase and corridor were filled with [black] and [white].
Upon reflection, from the very beginning today, he had been seeing "black and white".
Only by knowing white can one see.
And at the end of this black-and-white corridor, a door emitting white light stood there.
Xu Chang'an walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he heard Zhu Pingniang's voice coming from inside the room.
"Come in."
With her voice, the room's door automatically opened.
Xu Chang'an stepped into the room.
Unlike before, when the room was filled with the scent of musk, this room was very simple. Everywhere the eye could see was made of wood, emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance. Some calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls, each with different styles, mainly focusing on ink wash paintings that collected the painstaking works of many famous artists.
