'Could it be...?'
A bold guess flashed through Natalia's mind.
"Aunt Natalia, the murderer has been punished," Natasha said coolly, her tone unnervingly calm.
Afterward, Natalia helped Natasha wash up before she stepped out of the bathroom.
With Natalia's support, Natasha walked step by step up to the second floor, arriving at the bedroom that had once belonged to Feng.
The bedroom was now completely transformed, as if by magic. What was once an ordinary room had become a palatial bedroom of breathtaking luxury.
The plain walls were now covered in ornate golden wallpaper, its delicate and exquisite patterns glittering brilliantly under the light of a crystal chandelier. Every inch seemed to drip with nobility and extravagance.
Several oil paintings now hung on the walls. The figures within were lifelike, their colors vibrant and striking, adding an artistic flair to the room.
