Some words should not be spoken lightly. At midnight, Gu Ningyue indeed heard a rustling sound.
After recovering her memory, she became very vigilant, and such sounds naturally couldn't escape her ears.
She leisurely opened her eyes, only to see that the originally tightly shut window had somehow been opened a crack, and the white curtains were gently swaying in the breeze.
In the soft moonlight, a faint shadow danced on the ground.
Soon, a little figure climbed the decorative railings of the balcony, nimbly moving inside.
In the darkness, Gu Ningyue closed her eyes again, a smile playing on her lips.
Luckily, the balconies of the Ling Family were connected; otherwise, with those short legs, it would have been a dream to think of coming over.
After a while, a cold little hand touched her forehead, accompanied by a gust of eerie wind by her ear.
