When Su Miaomiao came to, it was already pitch dark outside.
She lifted her head slightly, looking out the window.
A full moon hung high in the half sky, with distant mountains overlapping and mist weaving between them.
The night breeze stirred the white sheer curtains, bringing in a hint of fresh grass fragrance.
The wind chime at the foot of the bed was jingling, tinkling.
How did she end up in a bamboo house in the mountains? Wasn't she supposed to be going to America?
Even though it was eerily silent with no one else around, she wasn't scared at all.
Because this place was the starting point of her relationship with Xie Yuan.
It was also the source of her feeling of safety, although she was somewhat perplexed.
Su Miaomiao stood up from the bed, when suddenly, she noticed something odd about her ankle.
Looking down, she saw a new silver anklet on her slender ankle.
The chain was fine and long, not restricting her movements, nor would it chafe her skin.
