The address Shen Yutong sent had a detailed house number, so there was no need for Zhou Wang to consult the owner.
Arriving at room 202, the door was the type with a latch, but strangely, it was ajar. Zhou Wang didn't barge in recklessly but knocked first.
"Come in, the door's not locked!"
Inside, a clear female voice was heard. The voice was familiar, but it seemed not to be Su Yajing's...
Zhou Wang didn't think much about it and pushed the door open.
Directly facing the door was a living room bathed in the sunset, with a pink yoga mat spread out.
On the yoga mat, a girl wearing a small sling and yoga shorts was twisting her leg in an unconventional exercise pose, directly facing Zhou Wang.
The pose was hard to describe—it was essentially her head resting on the yoga mat, the entire body flipping forward using her neck as a pivot, and holding her leg bends with her hands.
Shape-wise, it resembled a closed "M."
