Everything in this rented room was small except the bed.
It was one of the rare Dungeon Instances where players could sleep normally-the downside was that the bed had only bare boards, and they were filthy.
Lu Mi used items to set up hot water, shower gel, and other necessities, then let Roman shower first.
He opened the wardrobe himself, found an old garment left by the previous tenant, and wiped the dust off the bed boards.
He had grabbed the garment at random. It was a thin jacket in a very dated style.
After he finished wiping, he was about to toss it aside when he felt something in its pocket.
It was a faded, two-inch photo with a blue background.
It showed a teenage girl in a school uniform. Her broad face was stern, without a trace of youthful vitality-only resentment toward life.
He opened his phone and compared it with the photo he had taken of the little girl on the pocket watch.
But the gap between a young child and a teenager was too great. For now, Lu Mi couldn't see any resemblance.
The little girl on the pocket watch had a mole near the center of her forehead.
But the girl in this photo had thick, straight bangs, so he couldn't compare that feature either.
He took out the other clothes in the wardrobe and searched them one by one. Apart from a few dead spiders and cockroaches that scurried away in panic, he found nothing.
"I'm done showering."
Trailing warmth and the scent of shower gel, Roman came over like a big dog.
"Ah, I haven't made the bed yet. I found this."
Lu Mi showed him the photo. "Don't lean against me. Look, you've soaked my shirt here on my shoulder."
Roman looked