Nothing was different from before, whether it was the style of the furniture or their positions, nothing had changed, but everything was indeed replaced.
She found a nightgown in the wardrobe, and before walking into the bathroom, she heard him say, "Stay still, I'll have my assistant over right away."
The action of closing the door paused for a moment, but soon resumed.
The sound of adjusting the temperature of the shower drowned out the voice of the man on the phone outside the door.
In the pitch-black environment, Yu Qinglu curled up on the bed, clutching the blanket, her voice low and choked with sobs, "Mu Huan, it's so dark here, and there are strange noises, I'm really scared."
It was her first day moving into the old mansion, which she hadn't been in for over a decade, and the power went out, no housekeeper, only her.
Her long hair was scattered messily, her face pale, full of hope, "You... can't you come over and help me fix the lights?"
