At night, in the Shou’an Hall.

Leng Yan was doing embroidery slowly in her bedroom under the dim oil lamp on the table.

Suddenly the oil lamp was blown out by the wind.

Leng Yan was frightened and hurriedly took out a firelighter from her pocket, planning to light the oil lamp again.

At the moment, the sound of opening the door came into the quiet room, and then some low footsteps were heard.

“Who is it?” Leng Yan turned ...