In the Majestic Palace, footsteps echo in the empty corridor, the usually familiar sound now tolling as a death knell.
Qian Cangyi's left hand tightly covered his mouth to prevent his heavy breathing from attracting attention. His right ear was pressed against the door, listening to the situation outside, waiting for the sound to pass and move away in another direction.
Why, who exactly? Why did he do this?
Qian Cangyi kept asking himself in his heart, but found no answers. The terrifying scenes he had just seen still floated before his eyes, and he hadn't recovered from the shock. Just minutes ago, while he was cleaning his room, Shadow Play suddenly rushed in, covered in blood.
"Run!"
This was the last word Shadow Play said before he breathed his last.
Qian Cangyi's right hand rested on his left chest, his rapid heartbeat not only did not slow down but instead beat even faster, as if reminding him to quickly leave this dangerous place.
