In the pitch-black night, amidst the ink-blue firmament, a crescent moon hung in the sky, a few bright stars at the edge of heaven emitting a cold light. Xia Yanxin inexplicably found herself within Mandara Manor...
Still clad in her pajamas, she stood amidst a vast sea of mandrake flowers. Beneath the moonlight, each mandrake flower resembled bizarre little trumpets, looking more like the maws of strange monsters.
At some undetermined moment, a fog had begun to rise, blanketing the entire castle in a thin veil, as if in a dreamlike illusion.
From the garden, one could see the embrace of a man and a woman in the window on the second floor, intimately entwined.
Xia Yanxin realized that it must be Long Yutian. She hastily turned to run upstairs, wanting to see for herself... She had barely taken a step when a vine wound around her ankle, toppling her to the ground unexpectedly.
