She only had a layer of white gauze curtains drawn, making the view outside somewhat vague.
It seemed that the wind outside was quite strong, with dark tree shadows reflected on the glass window, swaying with the wind and casting directly onto the monochromatic marble floor under the moonlight from the sky.
Lou Xingyue was looking in that direction, which was now quiet, as if the sound she had just heard was merely an illusion.
She frowned, lifted her quilt and got off the bed, slowly walked to the window, and pulled back the gauze curtain to take a look outside.
The lights in the courtyard seemed to be out of order and were all off. From her perspective, all she could see was a pitch-black scene, where nothing could be discerned.
"Strange."
