The mountain road was treacherous, he decisively abandoned his horse and followed the bloodstains on the ground.,Yes, he's in the private room on the second floor, with a faint sweet pear-scented candle burning in the corner; on the silver tray beside him, grapes and honeydew melon are still dripping with water.,It goes without saying, given his character. The middle-aged man simply stood silently at the side, not contesting it.。