Clutching the object in his hand, he carried the lantern and quickly stepped out of the study, plunging into the darkness.
Lu Chen, waiting on the rooftop, did not focus his attention on Zhi Lian; instead, he watched Qu Huaiyun below, who was resting with his eyes closed, displaying a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
Carrying the lantern, Zhi Lian slowly walked towards a secluded courtyard.
This courtyard was the mansion's forbidden area; over the years, no one had visited, and the wild grass in the courtyard had grown almost as tall as a person.
On this dark and silent night, Zhi Lian stepped into the abandoned courtyard with his lantern.
The overlapping shadows cast by the moonlit trees were eerily haunting.
Someone wandering with a lantern in the abandoned courtyard at midnight felt utterly strange.
