The Button On His Shirt Is The Same

Mu Sihan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while. His deep black eyes darkened when they momentarily swept past the wing of the manor where Xiaojie had stayed.

Pursing his lips into a line, he left his bedroom and went to the third floor of the manor.

Using a key, the lock turned and he opened the door to a room that he had not entered for a long time.

The room was decorated in an ethereal pink. It was luxuriously decorated in a palace-style that was fit for a princess. There was a soft and white fur carpet on the floor and pretty white yarn curtains.

Towering over a king-sized bed, a pink princess canopy flowed down from the ceiling. It looked dreamy and fantastical.

Mu Sihan bent down and took out a photo from the drawers of the nightstand.