Chapter 225 - The Button On His Shirt Is The Same (1/2)

Chapter 225: The b.u.t.ton On His s.h.i.+rt Is The Same

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mu Sihan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while. His deep black eyes darkened when they momentarily swept past the wing of the manor where Xiaojie had stayed.

Pursing his lips into a line, he left his bedroom and went to the third floor of the manor.

Using a key, the lock turned and he opened the door to a room that he had not entered for a long time.

The room was decorated in an ethereal pink. It was luxuriously decorated in a palace-style that was fit for a princess. There was a soft and white fur carpet on the floor and pretty white yarn curtains.

Towering over a king-sized bed, a pink princess canopy flowed down from the ceiling. It looked dreamy and fantastical.

Mu Sihan bent down and took out a photo from the drawers of the nightstand.

In the photo, the man’s arms was hugging the woman’s slender shoulders in an intimate embrace. The woman leaned into the man’s arms and was smiling brightly, her eyes seemed to twinkle in happiness.

Mu Sihan stared at the photo for a very long time before he took out a diary.

Time ground to a halt as he started reading from the first page and only finished reading after nearly two hours.

Putting down the diary, he threw open the wardrobe.

Then closed it again within one minute.

However, he opened the wardrobe once again after a few seconds.

With long fingers, he pushed the clothes in front one by one, until they stopped at a white s.h.i.+rt.

He took out the s.h.i.+rt from the wardrobe.

The s.h.i.+rt had been washed before being put away, he could still faintly smell the scent of soap.

Mu Sihan’s black eyes landed on the s.h.i.+rt’s fourth b.u.t.ton.

There was nothing there.

The scene of Nan Zhi holding a b.u.t.ton in the cave flashed in his mind.

If he did not remember wrongly, that b.u.t.ton belonged to this s.h.i.+rt!

However, why would she have a b.u.t.ton from a s.h.i.+rt he wore in his teens?

Mu Sihan put the s.h.i.+rt back down. His fingers grazed his handsome chin and rubbed it softly as his forehead furrowed into a frown of concentration.