In the Master's bedroom.
Jun Zixuan looked at the purple rose that he was holding in his hand as if he was looking at someone through it.
Letting out a soft sigh, he stood up from the king-sized bed and brought over a few tissue papers. Dipping it in the glass of water, he cleaned the dried blood stains from the stem of the rose before looking at it.
But something strange caught his eyes. Earlier the purple rose had a few white web-like patterns on it. But right now, on the white pattern, there were some red strokes.
They were beautiful but strange.
'Knock knock.'
''Enter."
Steward Gu stepped inside before bowing in front of him, "Master, it's time for dinner," he said.
Jun Zixuan looked at him, "Have you checked it?"
