Qiao Yuxian took a nap at the hotel.
When she woke up, it was already dark.
She lay diagonally at the foot of the bed, staring at the pitch-black room.
She stared blankly for a moment before remembering where she was, before figuring out the layout of this room.
She rolled over to the head of the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, lay with her eyes closed for a while, and then sat up.
Then she picked up her phone and took a look.
A lot of messages on the phone.
Messages from Gu Yanjing.
Messages from Yan Ting.
And messages from Qiao Yu...
Aside from Yan Ting's messages, Qiao Yuxian replied to each one.
Then she opened the ongoing group chat and looked at the chat history.
Sister Ni Ji: [Big news! Big news! There's a new owner of the Twelfth Floor!]
Ah Ah Ah Ah Xuan: [!!!!!]
Yaoyao: [What? What? Is it the Twelfth Floor I know of?]
Master Heng: [What other place in the world could be called the Twelfth Floor?]
