Song Wei quickly instructed Wei Qian to arrange for a few people to investigate.
Lying in bed at night, Wen Wan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Fearing she might disturb Song Wei, she simply threw off the covers, bent over to put on her embroidered shoes, and quietly made her way outside.
The tea in the teapot on the table was still warm. Wen Wan sat down and poured herself a cup, but drinking more than half of it couldn't calm her restless mind.
Looking at the eerie, cold moonlight outside the window, she thought of her visit to Fahua Temple during the day.
The unease she felt in front of the Buddha statue, as if being watched, once again rose to her mind.
Wen Wan had never experienced such a strange sensation before.
