In the room, a dim candlelight flickered, casting elongated shadows across the space. Outside the window, the trees danced eerily against the dark night, their branches mirrored on the glass, like sinister demons clawing in the dark.
Suddenly, the figure sitting on the bed stood up and ran to the door to open it.
"Is the person here?" A woman's voice echoed in the room.
"Yes, the drug will only last another quarter of an hour. You need to act quickly." The man placed the person he was carrying onto the bed and whispered.
"I know. Lock the little girl up somewhere and release her once it's done." The woman responded impatiently.
The man wanted to say more but was pushed out of the room by the woman, who then closed the door.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating a beautiful, radiant face intermittently.
...
An Yiqing couldn't sleep peacefully tonight. She always felt like she had overlooked something.
