A faint scent of medicine wafted through the air, blending with the existing medicinal fragrance in the room, subtle and hardly discernible.
Gu Changsheng pressed his ear against the window, listening intently to the sounds inside. After a while, seeing no reaction, he cautiously glanced around, saw no one patrolling, and deftly unlocked the door bolt with a scalpel.
The trio, brazen and unabashed, made their entrance, walking right through the front door!
Inside the house, Gu Changsheng, under the dim moonlight, rested his chin in one hand, squinting as he moved toward the bed without deliberately masking the sound of his footsteps.
Yhan Ting, lying on the bed, trembled slightly, struggling to open his eyes in terror at the approaching figure.
"Lady Changsheng!" His eyes filled with shock, but his voice was as faint as a mosquito's, his body utterly motionless.
