With steady hands, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
At first glance, the room appeared ordinary and empty. A thin layer of dust covered every surface, floor, sparse furniture, windowsills. Nothing obviously disturbed or suspicious. Just a neglected room that hadn't been opened in months, maybe longer.
"Mama, the room's empty," Yuyan observed, stepping in and looking around with visible confusion. "There's nothing here at all."
Lu Yuze followed, carrying Chen Xiao in his arms to keep the boy's feet away from the dusty floor. "Just unused space," he agreed, though his tone carried questions. Why lock an empty room so thoroughly?
"That's true," Shuyin murmured, running her fingers along a dusty table's edge. But the question persisted in her mind. Why waste elaborate locks on emptiness? She was probably overthinking, seeing conspiracy where only neglect existed.
