Yan Xiaye withdrew her gaze, standing out starkly among the passersby who were dodging the rain, and walked idly along the street.
She hadn't noticed where she had passed until familiar scenery came into her view.
Not far away, Li Yuntang's villa stood quietly in the darkness, the light refracted from the chandelier illuminating her toes.
Clutching a small piece of mooncake in her palm, Yan Xiaye didn't know how she had ended up here, as if sleepwalking. Perhaps, subconsciously, this was the only peaceful sanctuary she remembered where she could catch her breath for a moment.
She scoffed at herself mockingly, took a step back, and hid in the bushes, secretly ridiculing her own weakness.
She had clearly resolved not to rely on anyone anymore, so what did this action count for?
Just as she was about to leave quietly, amidst the roar of the pouring rain, the unmistakable sound of a door lock popping open was heard.
