Xiao Deyin was assisted back to her courtyard by a maid.
She knew nothing; only the faint echoes of "The identity of that mysterious person is unknown, never seen by anyone. Some say it may not even be a human being, otherwise how could one never see their true face?" resonated in her ears.
She closed her eyes.
These days, she had lied about having a cold to avoid leaving her home, all because on that day at the Shen family's house, she had heard the familiar zither music, fallen ill at heart, and had been restless since, hiding inside her residence. Who would have known that as soon as she stepped out today, she would hear these rumors again? For a moment, she felt as if that thing had latched onto her, overwhelming and inescapable.
The maid didn't understand what had happened and thought Xiao Deyin's cold had worsened. She bustled about, intending to find a doctor to prescribe medicine. Xiao Deyin, leaning on her bed, gradually felt a chill overtaking her body.
