C390 I Am Not Involved in This Matter

"Drip."

Han Jiunai opened the door with a push of the handle. Then, he raised his head and his pupils shrank.

Within the room, the light was dim. At some point, the windows of the balcony had been opened, and a mist-like veil was gently fluttering in the night wind.

It was very quiet.

The meatball's nest was neatly spread out, but the little pet was no longer there