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The sky was pitch black, with only the flickering of a few streetlights providing a meager glimmer that failed to illuminate what was happening on the ground. A group of rough drivers had grabbed hold of Ziya, refusing to let her leave and insisting that she take their car. The weak light cast a dim glow on the milky-white walls, which were adorned with several unremarkable pieces of paper, including a replica of the Eight Steeds Painting prominently displayed in the center.
"Oh dear! Xiaoyan, look, we're late. There was another room available just a moment ago, but with this rain, it's all filled up," a woman said in a troubled tone.
"Heh heh! The landlady remembers me?" Severe Cold replied cheerfully, squinting and smiling.
"You brat, how could I forget? You came back to the town not long ago and didn’t even stop by to visit me," she retorted.
At that moment, a bald man entered from outside, likely the landlady's husband. He glanced at Ziya and Severe Cold.
"If you don’t mind, there’s a Small Bedroom upstairs, but it’s…” The man hesitated, seemingly struggling to find the right words. However, upon seeing the woman’s gaze, he fell silent.
Ziya looked at both of them and said, "A Small Bedroom is fine! As long as there's somewhere to stay, it doesn’t matter." As she spoke, resentment bubbled within her. She muttered to herself about how Sun Meng hadn’t informed her about the geographical situation here, dragging her all the way to such a remote place without any accommodation.
Seeing Ziya agree to stay in their Small Bedroom upstairs, Severe Cold was about to help her carry her suitcase up when the landlady stopped him and quietly pulled him aside to talk.
Ziya felt an odd sensation about the people here; each person's face seemed shrouded in a layer of mysterious color. While Severe Cold and the landlady conversed off to the side, they occasionally glanced over at Ziya.
"This is really boring," Ziya whispered to herself. The air felt quite refreshing here, but the people… were rather peculiar. Sun Meng would fit right in; she was just as eccentric. Thinking of this made Ziya smile slightly; she would have to give that girl a good talking-to tomorrow.
Severe Cold approached her and paused outside for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you want to stay in their Small Bedroom?"
Ziya felt puzzled by his question and shrugged. "What’s wrong? Just tell me if there’s something going on. Why can’t I stay there?"
Severe Cold looked up, his deep-set eyes seemingly resolute as he said, "Their Small Bedroom once witnessed a death—the death of their two daughters."
"Ah!" Ziya was taken aback, and a chill ran through her heart as she thought to herself: Two daughters dead? How could that be! But surely they wouldn't sleep by the roadside tonight! She pulled out her phone again to check for signal. Ugh! No signal at all.
"We just don't have any signal here. I don't know if it's due to traffic issues or what, but there’s definitely no signal," Severe Cold said apologetically, looking at Ziya.
"How about you come stay at our place for a night?" Severe Cold finally mustered the courage to suggest.
Ziya glanced at the fog-shrouded night and, after a moment of silence, replied helplessly, "No, it's fine. I'll manage here for one night; tomorrow will be better."
After pondering for a long time, Severe Cold moved his lips slightly and finally voiced his concerns: "This town is quite strange. Although the villagers here are well-off, you should really go back to A City tomorrow."
"What do you mean? What’s so strange about your place?" Ziya was intrigued by his words. She had a stubborn nature; the more someone tried to keep something from her, the more curious she became.
"Tomorrow when you return to A City, I’ll tell you. If you don’t go back, it’s up to you," Severe Cold said before they both got into their cars. Leaning out of the window, he added, "I’ll come pick you up for the station tomorrow morning." With that, his car emitted a puff of white smoke and drove off with its red taillights flickering.
The landlady helped Ziya lift her suitcase and led her upstairs to the Small Bedroom. Upon reaching the door of the Small Bedroom, the landlady took out a key and unlocked it. After Ziya stepped inside, she didn’t say a word and turned to leave.
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