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She pulled back the curtains, and sunlight illuminated everything in the room.
The room must have been uninhabited for a long time, but it still maintained its cleanliness and tidiness, preserving the state it was in when the owner lived here years ago.
It was a young man's room, filled with a space for imagination.
One of the walls was covered with various sizes of paintings, all of mermaids.
These mermaid paintings were exactly the same as those she had seen in her dreams.
She was slightly excited, her fingers gently touching the paintings, feeling a warmth in her heart.
"Remember anything?"
Chi Xiaoyu smiled and shook her head, strolling around the room.
The room had been cleaned, and not many traces were left behind.
Apart from these paintings, she couldn't find any other clues.
After all these years, how could Jiang Chuyun, such a shrewd woman, have left any evidence behind?