Everything seemed as it had been, except that the bedding she had left out to dry the previous day had been taken in by someone else.
Besides, there was a faint scent in the air, somewhat like... the spices from Fan Yushu's body?
The teary-mole woman slightly narrowed her autumn eyes, scanned around, lightly sniffed with her delicate nose, and slightly frowned.
At that moment, at the threshold behind her, two heads also peeked in, their eyes scanning the room with a somewhat complex look, seemingly searching for something as well.
Fan Yushu solemnly coughed, "Uh, sister-in-law, is there something you need help with? The bedding... we have already taken care of it for you, are you satisfied with it?"
