Fuyao Inn.
Under the night sky, the bedroom was lit by candlelight. Mu Qingyue stood in front of Lu Jin'an's wardrobe, her face calm as she 'looked' at the neatly folded clothes inside.
Apart from the standard robes of the Wandao Sect, the casual clothes carried a hint of the 'mother's' fragrance.
She reached out and gently caressed them with her fingers, thinking that 'mother' clearly liked them, but she always pushed this 'daughter' forward...
Closing the wardrobe, Mu Qingyue moved to the bed; the sheets were not as tidy as usual, with some dried marks on the creased surface.
'Zhu Nanzhi...'
Mu Qingyue had a keen sense of smell, and even after a day, she could still catch the unique, faintly elegant scent of plum blossoms belonging to Zhu Nanzhi.
Besides that, there was also a faint hint of Junior Brother's scent... Didn't Junior Brother sleep here last night?
Or did he take a bath before sleeping?
