The door clicked open.
At the sound of the lock clicking open, a crafty glint flashed in Sun Yaoguang's eyes.
He was so excited the wrinkles on his face crunched together.
'This key Wen Xiuxiu gave me actually works! My future wife, here I come!' he thought smugly.
Song Qingya had a bedtime habit: she always left on a cozy little night light.
But given the limited conditions, she couldn't find a proper night light.
So for now, she had to make do with a candle.
She would cut the candle into a small segment.
Each night before bed, she would light one of the segments.
It would burn for about twenty minutes before naturally going out.
That was usually the perfect moment for her to drift off to sleep.
Tonight, however, was different. Song Qingya lay in bed, tossing and turning, completely unable to fall asleep.
She stared at the flickering candlelight.
Despite the soft, amber glow in the room, she didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.
She sensed that something was wrong.
