"What is this room...?"
Yao Yanyan looked curious. The room was devoid of any furniture, but several large boxes sat on the clean floor, every single one of them packed to the brim with various items.
With a single glance, she spotted guitars, table tennis paddles, an erhu, photo albums, and the like. Some of them looked like old objects, such as a rusted pipe that gave off a sense of the passage of time just by looking at it.
Chapter 142