The winter night was serene, and snowflakes began to fall over Bianliang.
On the rooftop of a house within the Chen Mansion, a black shadow lay motionless, so still that no one could sense his presence, allowing the dancing snowflakes to settle on him as if the surrounding cold was something he could not feel.
If not for the eyes that remained open and the brows that lightly moved, anyone would have thought he was already dead.
At this moment, his sharp gaze was fixed intently on the backyard of the Chen Mansion.
"Master, would... would you like this maid to stay and serve you?" The delicate maid asked Chen Mo with a shy, soft voice and bashful eyes.
"No need, you can go rest." Chen Mo declined the maid's offer and stepped inside.
The maid sighed, looking at the house for a while before leaving.
Shortly thereafter, the lights inside the house were extinguished.
