The night was like ink, covering every inch of the glazed tiles in Dayan Palace.
The cold palace, this forgotten corner of the palace, was stingy with even the moonlight. Only a few mournful insects chirped, making the surroundings completely silent.
"Dingling bell——"
There was an extremely slight crisp sound, almost non-existent, like a dying insect hitting a spider web, suddenly piercing the dark night.
In the dilapidated dormitory, the slender figure on the wooden bed opened his eyes almost at the same time.
Shen Suining's pupils were astonishingly bright in the darkness, like two clusters of faint will-o'-the-wisps. There was no trace of the hazyness of just waking up from sleep, only pure clarity and vigilance.
Coming.
She didn't move, and her breathing rate didn't even change. She just lowered her eyes and listened to the movement outside.
The sound came from the small wind chime she hung on the window lattice. There was an almost invisible silk thread tied under the wind chime. The silk thread went around the window sill and extended all the way to the edge of the half-dead medicine garden in the courtyard, lying close to the ground.
Ordinary wind cannot blow the heavy copper bell.
