After that day, Qiao Wei went to visit Zhang Fengxi's little house in the Bamboo Stream Village.
Sunlight glinted off the freshly painted wood, but the windows, dark and unwelcoming, offered no glimpse of life within. The renovation was complete, yet the house remained eerily still, a monument to a vanished presence.
Seeing Qiao Wei's forlorn figure stand in front of the locked house for a long time, the villagers came out to greet him.
"Master Qiao Wei, we are so happy that you came to visit. Is there anything we can help you with?"
"Esteemed gentlemen, do you maybe have any idea about the residents of this house?"
"Ohh, that house, well... It seems that it is up for sale. Does Master Qiao Wei want to buy the house?"
The villagers faintly recalled Qiao Wei dropping by when the house was still being renovated.
