In the quiet of the late night, silence reigned over the villa, and every small detail that couldn't be heard during the day would make a sound.
Jiang Baiqi's ears became extremely sensitive. He stood in the corner, and even without looking, he could imagine the scene.
Song Juyao's door was gently pushed open, making a very soft sound. The tail of the black cloak brushed the ground, and the shadow stretched out, slowly spreading over.