Late at night, pale moonlight leaked out of the clouds and scattered among the dark trees. Outside, the wind blew and rustled the leaves, and the dark night seemed to herald unrest.
A shadow flashed in front of Shan Yue's window. The shadow was like the shadow of the night, leaving no trace in the pale moonlight.
Shan Yue, who was on the bed, seemed to be sleeping soundly, but she had already discovered the figure by the bed. In order to figure out who it was, she chose not to expose herself first.
The black shadow stared at Shan Yue on the bed. The moment he lowered his head, Shan Yue's astonishing insight immediately captured this point. She stopped pretending to be asleep. She stood up and pushed against the wall with one hand. With a stride, she left a shadow on the spot at lightning speed and reached the window in an instant.
