She put down the file in her hand, opened the window, and looked carefully in the direction where a shadow had flickered past below.
There, under the tree, a small light twinkled.
The light was extremely faint, one would not notice it unless they looked closely, like the weak glow of a firefly.
Upon seeing this, Ye Anran laughed suddenly. Turning around, she trotted to open the door, peeked down the hallway to make sure no one was around, and then silently made her way downstairs.
When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs, she saw Steward Zhang emerging from the shadows: "Mrs. Bo, you haven't gone to bed yet?"
"I...I can't sleep, I want to take a walk," Ye Anran replied in a low voice, feigning a troubled look.
"I'll help you get a cup of hot milk."
"Thank you. Bring it to my room. I will return after a couple of laps around the garden," Ye Anran replied.
