C1065 A Damned Lovebird!

Wen Ruoxuan followed Hua Fuliu's gesture, looking over at the worn-out, paint-stripped threshold. There was nothing particularly unusual about it. As she reached out to touch it, Hua Fuliu quickly grabbed her hand. "Consort, don't!"

"Is there a trap?" Wen Ruoxuan asked, puzzled. Hua Fuliu pulled out a small paper packet from his pocket, opened it with one hand to reveal a white powder