When Qin Yirou entered the room, she felt a hint of anomaly. Her brows narrowed suspiciously but the room was pitch-black. Although the light from the hallway spilled into the space, it remained a dim glow.
"Xiao Jian?" Qin Yirou followed the wall to switch the light on with a frown. The pure white fluorescent lighting illuminated the entire room at once. When Qin Yirou went to Yun Jian's bed, she saw the latter sleeping soundly without anything that seemed out of place.
This was impossible… Could little Yun Zhu be seeing things instead?
Qin Yirou did not wake her daughter up, knowing that she was far in her dreamland listening to her deep and calm breathing.
Since Yun Jian was soundly asleep, Qin Yirou moved away softly. Despite that, she had still checked the closet and nooks of the room, worried that there was really a thief.
