The room was too dark.
It was impossible to discern the exact color or fabric of the clothing hem.
All he could confirm was that it was dark-colored.
He was certain that Jian Si didn't have any dark-colored clothing.
Because he liked seeing Jian Si wear bright and lively colors, he had ordered someone to only buy clothes in cheerful hues for her.
Ji Mingche's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he ran over to the wardrobe and opened its door.
Jian Si almost stopped breathing.
She watched helplessly as Ji Mingche opened the wardrobe. It was too late to stop him.
Time seemed to freeze.
Everything around them became silent.
Jian Si nervously watched Ji Mingche. She saw him push aside the hanging clothes in the wardrobe, grab the piece of fabric that had been exposed earlier, and yank it out.
As it turned out, he pulled out a wrinkled bedsheet.
Aside from clothes, there was nothing else in the wardrobe.
Ji Mingche: "...??"
Jian Si: "...??"