Click.
The door was gently pushed open.
A clearer fragrance wafted in.
The room was very dark, with white and pale red curved patterns spreading on the walls and floor.
Upon closer inspection, it was found that they were carpets and wall tapestries.
The lighting was somewhat hazy, and in the corners of the room, there were thick black candles placed all around, some lit and some extinguished.
Zhang Rongfang slowly walked in, his gaze sweeping the room.
The entire room had no tables or chairs, only gray wicker mats of consistent size placed on the floor.
On the bed directly facing the door, a layer of silver-white bedding was laid.
Deeper into the bed, a thick white bead curtain hung down, concealing the view inside.
A graceful silhouette of a woman was faintly visible from behind the bead curtain.
