Where has everyone gone?
The night on Flower Island is slightly chilly, An Yiqing is only wearing a white strappy gauze gown, and as the breeze blows in from the window, goosebumps gradually rise on her skin.
Her brow creases slightly, sensing that the atmosphere in the room feels somewhat off. She steps forward with her delicate, jade-like feet, heading towards the sofa in the living room.
She suddenly stops.
Is someone there?
Is someone sitting on the sofa?
Her red lips purse slightly, her eyes narrow, and she lightens her steps, slowly walking towards the sofa. In the deep night, a black figure quietly sits on the sofa, resembling a statue, completely still.
