Her body was taut as iron when a small paw gently touched her wrist, sending a mysterious and inexplicable current into her body, instantly quelling the noise within, leaving her feeling as silent as the air itself.
The door creaked open, and a faint moonlight flowed in. The newcomer did not carry a candle, and their elongated shadow nearly reached the front of Li Piaoqing's feet.
As he slowly walked inward, the girl noticed that the little cat beside her tensed up as well.
The ledgers in the room were sorted by year. She had reached those from thirty years ago, which were tucked away in the far depths of the room, yet this person continued to walk deeper into the room, and it was unclear which year's records he sought.
Footsteps grew nearer, step by step. They were now separated by just two shelves, and Li Piaoqing could vaguely make out his silhouette in the corner of her eye.
