C179 The Oriole Is also a Turtle in a Jar(1)

"Drip, drip, drip …"

Nightfall dominated the sky, and the moon was gradually obscured by the passing clouds. The light was getting weaker and weaker, and the wind blowing through the gaps sounded strange.

The woman in the room suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body. Feeling the chilly wind blowing behind her, she couldn't help but move closer to the candlelight.

In the past