At this moment, there was a knocking sound from outside. Hui Niang put down what she was holding and stood up, patting the bamboo scraps off her clothes.
The main door opened, and she saw it was Li Lian.
Hui Niang was about to ask what brought her here.
But upon seeing Li Lian's heavy eyes and her hesitation to speak, her heart sank suddenly, and she tightly gripped her hem in unease.
Very quickly, Li Lian's breakdown sobs echoed in the courtyard.
Inside the house, Yue Shan was startled by the noise and was about to rush out to see, when he noticed the man lying on the bed moving slightly.
Yue Shan's eyes widened in surprise.
"You…"
But Wei Zhao didn't even glance at him, his hair scattered messily as he got out of bed.
His face was devoid of color, shrouded in an indescribable aura of death.
Step by step, he walked to the window. Raising his hand, he gently nudged it with his fingertips, leaving the window slightly ajar.
