The house had just one room, perfectly square, with a bathroom on the left as you entered.
Opposite was a large window with pale pink European-style curtains. In front of the window was a desk with a few small potted plants, all well-nourished.
Against the wall were three old-fashioned bookshelves, the upper half consisting of open cubbies, the lower half of cabinets.
Most of what they held were reference books.
There were also some textbooks and homework used by An Shimeng, along with some out-of-date magazines and newspapers. Each shelf had a few figurines placed on it.
They were probably used by An Shimeng as markers.
After memorizing the positions of these figurines, An Yan began to search.
Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail today, and whenever she bent over, the ends would brush her cheeks.
Her dark hair, her pale face, her rosy lips.
Li Tianyao's breath caught. He suddenly understood the meaning of "ravishing beauty," his mouth inexplicably dry.
