She carried the vase into the bedroom and placed it on the dressing table under the window, where the faint fragrance quickly spread throughout the room.
The oblique sunlight fell through the window, casting a yellowish hue inside the room.
Feng Qingxue turned on the light and first took out some things she bought last time in Shanghai, placing them into the tall cabinets standing against the wall with the wardrobe—a few pricey silks, silk fabrics and the like. She had told Fubao that she would mail them to the Capital after buying them.
Anyway, it was Lu Jiang who received the packages, and no one came to rummage through their wardrobe, much less suspect anything.
