The chandelier suddenly plunged to the ground, shattering glass everywhere, with even a shard flying into Qin Chu's mouth.
For a moment, the hall fell into utter silence, with no one speaking.
Angelica, who had been about to speak, found her words stuck in her throat and instinctively picked up a broom to start cleaning up the glass debris.
With a crunch, Qin Chu crushed the glass shard between his teeth.
Spit it out.
He gestured for Angelica to stop and walked over to a pile of broken glass, casually glancing at it, "Angelica, continue."
Even Angelica, who tended to be a bit simple-minded, could sense that something was amiss at this point.
It was the middle of the day and the weather was quite good, yet Angelica felt inexplicably cold and subconsciously wrapped her arms around her shoulders, her lips parting slightly, "Last night... I suddenly felt as if the moon above was drawing me in..."
A snap...
A bird slammed into the window, shattering the glass.
