The sound of crying was mingled with the wind, faintly audible. She got out of bed, groped forward for a few steps, found the bedroom door, and lightly opened it. A breeze blew in, carrying the scent of blood in the air as she turned to walk toward the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong, always sensing a pair of eyes staring at her back, yet she couldn't see anything. The feeling was terrifying.
She held onto the wall and abruptly turned around, "Who is there?"
Yet, the only response was the wind rattling the window panes with a slight creaking sound.
There was a sudden rush of footsteps from the end of the corridor, followed by the voice of Yin Hun the Nineteenth, "Qingxue, why did you come out?"
Tang Qingxue turned around, falling into Yin Hun the Nineteenth's embrace, "I just woke up. I think I heard someone crying!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth held her arm, guiding her back to the bedroom, "What crying sound? Were you dreaming just now?"
