The room was about 15 square meters, containing a bed, a private bathroom, a nightstand, and an electrical outlet.
The only way in was the door; besides that, there was nothing but high walls.
That's right, no windows. A small, round mirror hung from an iron nail on the wall near the toilet.
Zhao Yu felt like he'd just moved into a prison cell, but at this point, there was no turning back.
He placed his backpack on the yellowed nightstand, plugged in his phone to charge, and decided to find a small eatery.
But less than ten minutes later, the landlady came in carrying a fresh set of bedding. "I've taken the old sheets away," she said. "I know you young folks are particular, so I swapped them for new ones. You can rest easy now."
The landlady deftly helped Zhao Yu change the sheets and duvet cover. As she was leaving, he asked where he could find a small restaurant.
