At 2 a.m., at Su Xiaotong's home.
Qin Zhao suddenly opened her eyes, hearing some noises from outside the window.
"Woo woo..."
The wind outside was rather strong, intermixed with faint sobbing sounds.
Scratch, scratch.
It sounded like fingernails scraping against a wooden board.
But the entity was evidently not achieving its aim and, after much effort, was unable to enter Su Xiaotong's room.
Woo woo woo...
The crying became more piteous, resembling the cries of a child waking up hungry in the middle of the night.
Click, the window opened.
The sobbing outside paused, and a pair of excited, green eyes emerged as a small dark figure squeezed into Su Xiaotong's room but stopped upon seeing the Peach Wood Sword nearby.
With that pause, Qin Zhao grabbed it.
"Tsk, poor thing."
"Woo woo woo..."
The little thing in her hand cried out again.
