Chapter 222: But who was she, really?

Chapter 222: But who was she, really?

Chapter 222: But who was she, really?

The door slowly opened, and a delicate, refreshing scent wafted out from the room.

Ryan slightly furrowed his brow, sensing something different—this fragrance was definitely not there when he lived here before.

Looks like the new tenant really shook things up.

Not knowing who the person was, he shouldn’t have barged in impulsively.

Ryan flared his nostrils, sniffing the air with a hint of hesitation, ready to back out immediately.

This scent seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it, probably just a fleeting encounter.

If it had been the scent of winter daphne, like Miss Alice wore, Ryan would have recognized it instantly.

But before he could retreat, he glanced at the room’s layout. Just one look, and he was thunderstruck, rooted to the spot.

The thought had been fleeting,no changes outside didn’t mean there were none inside.

After all, with a new tenant, even if the locks weren’t changed, the room’s setup was bound to be altered somewhat.

However, the scene in the room now wasn’t just drastically different from when he left,it was exactly the same.

For a moment, Ryan felt like he had stepped back a month, just coming home like usual.

The familiar setup, every detail eerily the same.

The TV unplugged because he never used it, the electric kettle carelessly left on the side table for easy water boiling.

These habits were uniquely his, unlikely to be shared by anyone else, at least in his view.

Anyone else living here would surely adjust the room to suit their own habits.

But...

“Has anyone really lived here?”

Ryan muttered to himself, unable to believe his eyes.

He had only hoped the new tenant wouldn’t toss his notebook out like trash, but now, nothing had changed, not even a notebook.

“Just grab the notebook and go,” Ryan thought, looking around the familiar scene, unable to feel at ease.

It wasn’t paranoia,something was definitely off, as if someone had infiltrated his life without his knowledge.

Ryan didn’t leave,instead, he tiptoed further into the room.

Especially when he saw that black silk item on the bed, his confusion deepened—it looked unmistakably like a pair of black silk stockings.

Black silk stockings? Was the new tenant a woman?

Like Alice, who used to casually toss her clothes around, Ryan didn’t dare look further, afraid of what else he might find.

Even though he had been secretly thrilled to glimpse Alice’s private things, seeing this now only weighed heavily on his heart.

The scent in the room seemed to confirm his suspicions.

The new tenant must be someone with a delicate sensibility, someone who would notice the Peace Lily on the windowsill. If it was a woman, it made sense.

Curiosity got the better of Ryan, and he forgot about leaving.

If it was a woman, wouldn’t that make the situation even stranger?

Even as a man, Ryan was somewhat fastidious,sleeping in a bed someone else had used would make him uncomfortable. But the new tenant had done just that?

Why did it feel like this person had come specifically for him?

“That person, maybe they know me.”

Reaching such a conclusion, Ryan just secured the notebook and began looking for evidence to support his theory.

If it really was someone he knew, wouldn’t that be terrifying?

They knew all his habits, even moved into his home and slept in his bed after he left.

Why would she do this? What did she want?

Questions flooded Ryan’s mind as he stepped into the bathroom and stared at the cosmetics on the mirror, silent.

There weren’t many cosmetics, mostly just simple skincare products, suggesting that this person led a modest life and wasn’t overly concerned with appearances.

In the nearby laundry basket, there were some women’s clothes, just a thin layer, likely just a day’s worth of clothing.

The woman seemed younger than him, dressed youthfully—strictly speaking, she was a young girl.

Still simple dresses and shirts, but for some reason, there were blood stains on one of the shirts, which made Ryan’s heart skip a beat.

He felt like he had seen this shirt somewhere before, but the shock was too great at the moment, and he couldn’t recall where, just patting his head in frustration.

He must have seen this person before,otherwise, he wouldn’t have this strange feeling.

But who was she, really? Plain yet clean, normal yet dangerous.