Liu Wensheng peered out through a crack in the dilapidated door and saw the girl who had just passed them at the corner, holding a colored glaze lantern.
His brow furrowed slightly, not understanding why she would come to this secluded and desolate courtyard with a lantern so late at night.
As he was pondering, he saw the girl approach the well and set down the colored glaze lantern.
Then, she squatted by the well and peered inside, as if she were searching for something.
Liu Wensheng's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on her strange actions when suddenly, she raised her head in fright, appearing somewhat scared as she fell back onto the ground.
Feng Yue was also watching this suspicious-looking woman but at the same time, he was pondering another matter.
The woman, as if having a guilty conscience, looked around, and just when a gust of wind blew by, she shivered unconsciously.
The old wooden door made a "creaking" noise as the wind shook it.
