C889 There Was a Pretty Good Candidate

The room was familiar, as was its arrangement.

The moon on the bed remained captivating, and the fairy in the painting continued to play her flute.

Zhong Wen gazed blankly at the "space toilet" in the corner, his eyes moist, feeling an indescribable emptiness and discomfort within.

Having cataloged all the books from the Treasure Vault