A dark emerald glint flitted across the depths of Qin Xin's eyes.
He hastily threw off his covers and walked up to the window while draping himself with a thin outer garment. He gazed dazedly at the night sky outside the window.
Huh? The night had fallen so quickly.
Just as he pushed open the door and stepped outside, he saw a figure around his height flicker and then walk past him.
His dark purple clothes and slender body, that back silhouette—it looked exactly like his own figure at first sight!
What was going on? Could it be just like last time that he was still inside a dream and had yet to break free from it?
Second Young Sir Qin was stupefied, but he still chased in pursuit.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Xin followed the person before him into an underground secret room.
