Su Mu's eyes were clear, as if she had just woken up. She removed Tao'er's hand from her body and slowly sat up. She put on a black cloak and took out a cold dagger from under the bed. She gripped her dagger tightly and left the room.
In the dead of the night, her footsteps were extremely soft.
The moonlight landed on her expressionless face, making her look like a statue. Her skirt rustled across the floor under the porch, and the small sounds were quickly swallowed by the night wind.
She walked around the corridor to the upper room. She looked at the closed door and took out her dagger from her sheath. The cold light reflected in her eyes.
