Crimson... rose hairpin. Third watch

  Wu Ze turned around expressionlessly and left the room decisively.

  If he stayed for another second, he was afraid that he would have more urges and reluctance to part with her.

  "Damn it! What's with that attitude!" Joenlu said gloomily as she watched Anezawa disappear through the doorway.

  This bastard, his attitude changed too quickly!!!!!

  Go to sleep? Who wants to listen to him and go to sleep obediently? She's already lucky for him if she doesn't turn this place upside down, no way, she has to take good care of his room to be worthy of herself.

  Qiao Er walked to the door with a sullen face, kicked it shut with one foot, and then began kicking things around in the room, flipping this and that.

  Standing in this room, Joenro felt like she had entered the world of roses more than once. It's said that Yinzewu, that bastard, isn't a woman, but he really likes roses, does every decoration in the room have to be related to roses?

  What a disgusting taste! Pervert!

  Joan smashed half the room's contents, discovered she was hungry too, and hesitated whether to go out foraging when a 'thud' came from behind her, the sound of something falling to the ground.

  "Who?" Joan called out softly, turning around in confusion. For a while there was no sound, and she instinctively walked towards a small room inside, because the voice came from that room.

  The light in the room was somewhat dim, but what could be clearly seen was that it was a dressing room, because at the door she could see a dresser.

  To be precise, this small room only had a dresser and a stool, with a very ancient flavor, even, very eerie.

  Joan stepped back a little, her intuition telling her that it was better not to get close to this room.

  She was about to turn around, and then saw the thing that had fallen to the ground earlier, neatly lying at the foot of the dresser, a small rose-patterned box, a blood-red... rose hairpin.