The soft hum of the evening breeze was disrupted by a faint ruckus outside Zhou Hanyue's room.
Seated gracefully by her writing desk, Hanyue frowned in thought.
Her evenings were always quiet... but now, the rustling and faint murmurs outside her door stirred her curiosity.
Setting her brush down, she rose from her chair, her robe flowing elegantly as she moved.
She reached the door and pulled it open, her gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway.
Her eyes caught sight of another door slightly ajar, light spilling out, accompanied by muffled voices.
'Who is here?'
With cautious steps, she walked to the room's door and peeked through the ajar door to see what was happening inside.
Huh?
There she saw Lan Shuqin cleaning the room while Zhao Tian was also helping her unpack her things.
"What is happening here?"
