Chapter 092: The Leading Role in Traditional Female Opera Dress

Ye Wudao found an iron box in the drawer; he took it out, opened the lid, and inside was a yellowed black-and-white photo that had been burned by fire, missing a corner.

The photo showed a delicate woman in traditional opera attire, her smile blossoming like a flower, in the prime of her life around twenty years old, with rosy lips and pearly teeth, quite beautiful. If Ye Wudao was not mistaken, this woman in the photo should be the owner of this bedroom.

"Life extinguishes like a lamp, all things are but empty dreams; attachment is nothing but self-imposed troubles," Ye Wudao sighed and shook his head, placed the photo back into the iron box, and then left the bedroom.

The reason he had not disturbed this bedroom was obviously because he already knew there was something wrong with it. However, for Ye Wudao, there was really nothing to be afraid of. He returned to the second-floor room, casually spread a bedsheet on the ground, and used it as a bed to sleep on.