Dongfang Li was furious and didn't even bring a guard with him, not caring about anything at this moment.
He kicked the door open.
"Feng Bailing, come out here."
He rushed in.
Bang—
The door slammed shut behind him.
Dongfang Li was stunned.
Inside the room was pitch black, so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.
Dongfang Li's senses were sharp, and he could vaguely make out the interior of the room. It was empty except for some firewood piled up in a corner.
This place wasn't the east wing, it looked more like a woodshed?
Dongfang Li was baffled.
Why had he ended up in the woodshed when he was sure he had gone to the east wing?
Realizing something was off, Dongfang Li was about to turn around when he heard a rustling noise.
The sound came from the pile of firewood not far away.
Dongfang Li looked over and saw something crawling out of the firewood.
A pale figure with hair covering her face was slowly emerging.
"Dongfang Li, return my life to me."
