"Cuckoo, cuckoo..." The familiar sound of the cuckoo echoed again in the dead of night.
The faint sound of the copper lock on the door being picked could be heard.
With a "click," the wooden door was pushed open a crack, and moonlight outside rushed to sneak in.
"Ah Lee..." With the delicate sound of a woman's voice, a furry head poked in.
"It's you, Ah Rong." Su Li's face hidden in the shadows was hard to discern, and his tone sounded cold and profound.
He seemed not surprised by Chen Rong's arrival.
This slight strangeness made the always thoughtful Chen Rong stop herself halfway in.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Rong quietly beckoned to Su Li inside, "Ah Li, come with me quickly, Zhang Yang is waiting for you."
Su Li's body didn't move, instead he asked slowly, "How did you get here?"
The urgency Chen Rong expected didn't appear, Su Li's calm demeanor quickly expanded the shadow of unease in her heart.
