The driver followed behind, carrying a suitcase.
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Their room was on the second floor.
The corridor was not very wide, only wide enough for three adults to pass through at most. After passing through a series of white, opaque shoji doors, the middle-aged woman leading the way opened one of the shoji doors, bowed slightly, and gestured for them to go in first.
This is their room.
It was a standard Japanese-style room, not very big. There were sliding shoji doors on the east and west sides. The floor was very clean, and the ceiling lights were soft. In the middle of the room was a square low table with a teapot and water cups on it.
The table faces a small, well-ventilated balcony outside the shoji doors.
Several small paintings hung on the wall, and at the far end, on a low red table, sat a small brown-black vase containing a few small, unidentified red flowers.
Pulling open the shoji door on the west side, you'll find the sleeping area. The entire room contains only a large white mattress and a half-person-high wooden shelf for hanging clothes.
Overall, these are all that come into view.
The room appeared empty and simple, without much decoration.
Bai Xiaoruo carefully stepped in first, her feet resting on soft tatami mats. It was the first time she had ever felt such a texture, and she couldn't help but step on them a few more times. She then squatted down and touched the tatami mats on the ground, wondering how they were made.
The middle-aged woman pointed to the wall of the room, seemingly giving them some instructions, and then left. The driver helped them put their suitcases into the room and also went downstairs and left.
Bai Xiaoruo couldn't understand anyway, so she just thought she was there to see the scenery. She touched and looked around everywhere, finding everything in the house novel.
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