C639 An Ambiguous and Awkward Night

The night was getting darker and the breeze blew slowly. The wutong tree outside the window rustled, and the fragrance of the night incense wafted out from the windowsill.

The crescent moon gradually climbed up the branch and sprinkled a room full of silver frost.

The room was silent for a moment. Suddenly, there was a slight click. A few seconds later, the door slowly opened.

In the darkness